Story Of A Slave Mga Nobela at Kwento

*** Flashback start… “I… actually came from a poor family with a lot of siblings.” Carter started. The surroundings toned down as if listening to his story, including me, who attentively heard him. But of course, Clairmont wasn’t one of those people. He was quiet, yeah, but I could see him yawning on his seat. Putting that aside, Carter then added. “It was almost winter and we are pretty scarce on food, nor money. But then, a group of slave traders came to our village. For the sake of bringing food to the table, I volunteered myself to be sold away as a slave.”

Cara looked at her feeling emotional, she pondered within her mind what her past would look like, what she might have gone through, how she came to be a slave and maybe they were no different from each other. "Do you want to hear my story, Cara?" She asked gently "I would love to, if you'll share." She answered and patted her on her back. Laurel sighed and began with her story.

“Wait,” Cassie cried out when the pace became too much. “You need to listen to me.” Earl Adam halted and marched back to where she was doubled over and panting. “Slaves do not initiate conversations with their masters. They serve a purpose, something you will start to understand very shortly.” “What about your men?” “Eager to share your services, are you, little bitch?” It was so hard to meet his eyes now. That knowing gaze was tearing her apart. “Don’t call them, please. I beg you.”

“I grew up in a small village. We didn’t have much, but my parents loved me fiercely. My father was a baker, and my mother used to weave baskets to sell in the market.” As she spoke, a soft smile formed on her lips. Despite the worry in her eyes, she laughed while recounting silly stories of her childhood—how she used to steal pieces of bread from her father’s shop, how her little brother once put a frog in her bed, and how they would all gather by the fireplace during storms like this. I clung to every word, letting her stories distract me, even if only for a moment but then her words began to get dark. “As I grew older things changed in my family. My father lost everything and my brother d

Seraphina’s POV As I waited for my meeting with the Riddle family’s leader, I couldn’t help but think back to the stories I had heard about slaves. Moonbane had never practiced slavery within our borders, but that didn’t mean I was ignorant of the world outside. Helena had told me stories—dark, unsettling ones—about the conditions that slaves endured in other parts of the world. They were property, bought and sold without a second thought. Their fates were determined not by their own choices, but by the whims of their owners.

Ben had been so kind to her, even saving her life in the past. "I used to be a nobody. Working in a bad place, under people who didn't care whether I lived or died. They treated me like property, only valued when useful and discarded when no longer wanted. Both my parents died when I was young." Flo began to recount her life experiences to Caroline. "I was in a small room, my hands and feet were tied. They said I was no longer useful and would be sold elsewhere. I had given up, because I was just a slave."

“How old is he? And where are his parents?” “Five years. His parents… died,” the old woman, a little reluctant to answer his question, sat down beside him again. “You are not from here, sir?” Isaac was adjusting his mask’s position again. “True. I came from far away. Then, is slavery also a common thing? “ The grandmother chewed her lips and nodded weakly. “Yes, sir. My son—my grandson’s dad—was forced to become a slave because he could not afford to pay for my grandson’s mother's medical bills.”

His eyes glowing fiery hot as he spoke, his wide huge arms flexing in the air as he huffed with pride and pure vengeance. A wounded man. I knew Tagon too well that he doesn’t make empty promises, he never lied, he was too honest to a fault. My mind's eyes took a little flashback to what it meant to be a slave, the agony, despair, the lashings, concubines and acts of pleasure slaves were subjected to no one deserves to go through so much suffering and the reason I'll fight to get it eradicated. “I’m the worst woman in history, yes! Take your anger on me and burn me to hell. Let my carcass fall on your feet but a life of slavery isn’t what I want to partake in ever again!”

Era rushed out these words, so excited to know what was going on in her life as Michelle shook her head saying, “No, I am not a slave. I was given my freedom by the prince months ago, after they took you, he sent me to the house of an old woman, Mrs. Danni by name and she is the kindest soul you could ever think of, she is the one who took care of me taking me as her daughter. I am not working as a slave. But although I am accepted by my people here, I am not happy. Nobody wants to hear anything about you, they all believe that you are bad and I hate them for that.”

Then he held the slave's wrists with his white palms to calm his struggles before saying seriously: “You are free now. Now, you are no longer a slave and you no longer have a master. We are all members of the Hidden Race like you. We are your compatriots, we will protect you and help you. Please come with us." The slave was dizzy for a moment. Just when I thought he was convinced, he suddenly shouted, "No. I don't want anything to do with you. I only want my master. I will never have any freedom. I can only live with the protection of my master. I want to go back!" After that, it didn't matter what Vincent said. The male slave refused to listen and insisted on returning to the dungeon. Vince