Story Of A Slave Novels & Stories

“I’m not saying I won’t get angry, Cazz. I’m not saying I won’t be scared. I’m not saying I won’t ask you to stop. I’m saying, I’ll stay. As long as you’ll have me—and only me—I’ll stay. The only one who’s going to walk away… is you.” His eyes darted back and forth, searching mine, his brow furrowed. He was sweating and so tense I worried his body was going to lock up. But he just stood there, gaping at me like he couldn’t quite believe any of it. So I reached for his face again, sliding my hands behind his neck and lacing my fingers there. “I’m your slave, Cazz,” I said with a wobbly smile. “Not because you made me do it. I chose that. And I’m going to keep choosing it. Every day. No matter

She got to her room and closed the door. She felt so tired and exhausted. She began to imagine if her destiny was to be a slave to others. First, she was living like a maid with her Father's brother. Now, she had been turned into a slave which is even worst. Here, she don't have right to do anything. She wondered when she would see the face of the earth again. With tears running down her throat, she headed to the bathroom. She needed to wash off the sweats and sperm which have lapped over her skin.

The people witnessed the depth of their love as they confessed their love not only by lips but by their shining eyes as well, many envied them, many wished to be like them and many wished the best got their king and queen. Who has ever thought, the innocent slave will become a rogue's most prized treasure, his queen? His love, his mate. His one and only. THE END. ______________________________________ next stories.

“Why?” “So, you mean he… he did you?” she whispered the last phrase to me and giggled. I look at her with confused expression. “What do you mean he did—Oh…” I said after realizing what she was saying. “U-Uhmm t-that’s not—” “Oh, my gosh. You’re so lucky!” she exclaimed and even jump a feet away from me while covering her mouth. “Don’t you know that a lot of slaves and servants are hoping to get picked by him? One of the servants I know wanted to be a slave with the hopes of getting pick!”

The woman's feet gave up as she dropped onto the floor. Helen crouched down to her with tears in her eyes. "What's your name?" The woman chuckled humorlessly with tears still flowing down her cheeks, "I forgot what my name was... I was brought here when I was sixteen. Just like the other girls, even I was injected, trafficked to different countries, had different masters.. who addressed me with different names, finally I'm old now and they don't sell me anymore. Now I'm just a servant in this place... but I named myself again, I named myself as Noel, I really like that name. So now my name is Noel." The woman passed a sad smile.

There has to be more to this story, we all turn and look at him. "She was my slave for a few years. This was while I was married to Maria, she wanted more I told her no, I was married. She agreed that was fine and I said it was best if we stopped and she found a new Master." I nod, seems weird she popped up now

If I didn’t know any better I’d say Nora cares about her former mistress. “Why should I be kind to a slave whose father wrongfully enslaved our people and did unspeakable things to us for decades?” I question with a raised eyebrow. I don’t want to let her on to the fact I already know why. I want her to tell the story on her own. I don't want her to be influenced in any way.

If this guy wants to start something, I won't back down from a fight. “Uhm, you did do something terrible to me", I scoffed. “Really? Mind jogging my memory?”, He sat back and folded his arms, paying attention to me. “Well for starters, you bought me as a slave, then you brought me to your mansion just to lock me up in a cold dark room for weeks till I almost died!!”, I angrily told him. He sat forward and his eyes darkened, it looked like it was some nuclear weapon, waiting to be tampered with. I got scared for a minute, ‘Would he hurt me?’, I asked myself.

Scott!, That was what I wanted to say with pride. I could see myself doing it and naming all his promises to me. I'm sure even if didn't Scott would find a way of bringing me out of the tight corner. A slap landed on my face, bringing me back to the reality. “She is pregnant and smiling to herself, Is it a thing to be happy about?”. I felt my world crashing as I realized that indeed a slave wasn't permitted to get pregnant just like it was rumored.

I asked firmly but deep inside I’m trembling in fear. “I don’t want to go around the bush Celeztine, I’ve been a very straight person. I want you to be my mistress.” He pointed out. “A M-Mistress?” “Are you kidding me S-sir? Who would agree on that? Who wants to be a mistress anyway?” I asked unbelievably. Is this happening? “No one wants to be a mistress but sometimes you have to analyze first before you reject the offer. Who knows this is your chance to save your father?” He uttered.