The Last Slave Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

We just stayed like that, both touching the book, both touching each other. "I need that," I said breathlessly. "So do I." "I touched it first." Ken's eyes turned black "Do you really want to fight me over a book?" "I'll fight you over anything." I looked into his eyes, refusing to back down. "I'm not your servant. I'm not here to make your life easier or let you have everything you want." "You were captured as a slave by my father," Ken said. "That's exactly what you are - slave who got lucky enough to be allowed in classes. Don’t forget why you were brought here. Don’t think you’re here because you are even half worthy"

And that is a story that will last forever. END OF BOOK

he drawled, like this was some sort of business deal instead of my entire life being sold off. I ignored him, lips pressed into a thin line, but the silence only seemed to amuse him more. His mouth curved wider, slow and cruel, like he enjoyed the taste of my dread. “Don’t sulk, little menace. You should be honored. Out of all the worthless wolves, I chose you.” Honored? I wanted to laugh in his face. Instead, my nails dug crescents into the paper, the words Omega Slave blurring under my grip. “Why’d I want to be your slave?” I asked, finally finding my voice.

They were spread out all over the country. "It's finally over my love. We put a stop to the slave trade." I said, pushing some popcorn into his mouth. We were seated on a two-seat couch. Manuel was laying back first on it while I sat between his legs with my back against his chest. He took the popcorn into his mouth and sucked on my fingers, making my core throb... "It can never be over babe. There will always be people wanting to do bad things." He said, looking down at me.

The three girls exclaimed in horror with Lydia clamping her mouth shut and Mariam rushing out to check if any guard was listening to them. "I see you do not like your life and perhaps you enjoyed being punished, just pray no one heard you because it this got to the master, you would be as good as dead" Luciana said glaring at her. Galene scoffed not bothered about what would happen to her if someone heard and report to the master. What more could he do other than kill her. Oh, how she hates him that she felt like appearing at that war and slashing his throat. She hated the master for involving in slave trade and taking away her innocent as though she worth nothing.

"The little slave who thinks she is special now because she is mated to the executioner." "Please just leave me alone." I managed to whisper, but my voice came out so weak it was pathetic. Hunter laughed and it was an ugly sound that made my skin crawl. "You really think you matter now, don't you? You are still just a worthless slave who got lucky, but that luck is about to run out because you will be dead soon anyway." He moved closer and I backed up, my entire body trembling until I hit the stone railing of the balcony and had nowhere else to go.

“Let me tell you something, Irene. Stop thinking about when you were still a slave. You left that life eight years ago. You are no longer a slave and please stop seeing yourself as a slave,” I exhaled. “Okay, I’m sorry.”

Noely took her seat beside her and began, " I told you someone is trying to snatch your positive, I'm sure you must have heard about a new slave that has been causing some trouble lately," " Yeah? I heard a slave attempted to escape and she even tried to kill Alpha Larsen," she chuckled, " it was ridiculous. Well though, this ain't the first time a slave would attempt to escape," " And what becomes the end of such slave?" " Of course they get killed," " And yet, this one isn't." Pweety turned to her with a furrowed brow and a surprised expression. " She's still alive?"

"We spoke of it when I was showing him the progress on your house. Treating my slaves this way has been as hard on me as it has been on them, I assure you. I still have issues watching them with other men, but I am doing my best to overcome it because they're the most generous, loving and giving people I've ever known. However, if they're willing to share me with other women, so I should be willing to share them as well. I really do hope you and William will show them the best possible time. I want them to enjoy every moment of the experience as much as they can." Evelyn gave me a peck on the cheek. "I'm glad you're not the bastard you appeared to be. Perhaps I can convince Master he should

While she worked, I said, "Of course, Janet must be punished for cumming without permission, Master Chen, just as I must be. She was less than perfect in her service to you, being quite disobedient by not obeying your command." "I don't know how to punish a slave," he replied. "You're right. I don't know much about being a Master and seeing to my slave's needs." "Master will help you with that," I replied. "He's very good at punishing slaves. He even learned the figging trick over the weekend. I'm sure it wasn't the last time I'll be figged, now he's discovered it. I would suggest we explore Janet's punishment tomorrow. I gave Janet one of my slave fiction books to read as homework last week