The Last Slave Book Novels & Stories

She was tired of being belittled and humiliated, tired of being treated like a second-class citizen. But amidst the sadness and despair, She also felt a fierce sense of determination. She refused to let the slave pack break her spirit, refused to let them dictate her worth. She was stronger than their words, and she knew that she had the resilience to overcome the challenges that lay ahead.She was filled with a new sense of determination,ready to deal with whatever come her way and whatever Lydia and the other slaves had install for her.

I let out a soft sigh. How foolish of me to believe her genuine words back then. That was foolish of me to not learn from the past situations. I should have been an expert to situations like this since it has happened so many times in the shelter. Blood slaves gettin accused of things that they didn’t do, ending with them getting imprisoned, killed or exiled from the kingdom. I should have known better. I knew better! I was suspecting the turn of events but I let it slip my mind! How foolish!

Because— I had no choice. Never did. Never— Would. Just— This. Forever— This. Always— This. Until— Nothing remained. Except— Ashford. Slaves. Forever— Slaves. The end. Of everything. The— Beginning. Of nothing. Just— Slavery. Perfect— Slavery. Eternal— Slavery. Genetic— Slavery. Forever.

Slavery. If she was on the run from slave traders then it was possible that was why I never found anything about her. Was her name even April Arlington? How was there still slavery? “Last night, a man broke into the palace. Her masters want her back or at least silenced.” He gritted his teeth again. “I do not know why or even how but there are too many problems in Deimos. Slavery is a thing of the past or so we all thought but it turns out there is more under the surface than we know so it is my job to unearth it.”

Enzo finally broke the silence, his voice softer than I expected, “I’m sorry—for the fights, for the mess I made. You and Isabella deserve better.” I gave him a curt nod, letting the apology hang in the air. Words meant little here; actions were the only currency that counted. We approached the crumbling building that housed the slaves. The air was thick with a mixture of damp wood, sweat, and despair. I’d never liked this place—the smell of caged hope suffocating every breath. We passed a few cages, where tired eyes lifted briefly to study us before lowering back into the shadows. Faces gaunt and hollow. Bodies pressed too close together, yearning for freedom they’d never see.

BILLIONAIRE SLAVE CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR (24) (Lustful desires) "What do you mean by you don't touch pregnant women?" "Hey! I will double the pay" he heard her argue "Good! just kill Stephanie and you get your money" Jason froze instantly His face truned pale as he stood behind the door in shock, he was still trying to process what he just heard, his ears ach from the bad words that just poured in, things he never expected, things like this are what the average African will call an Abomination, something that should never be thought of or talked about.

They all stared at me confused. I don't blame them actually, in the whole history of this pack, it has never been recorded that a slave became anything more than a slave. "What?" Theo's voice cracked. "Sentinel? But… you’re a slave. That’s not possible." I shrugged. "It seems everything's changing." “Things change everyday but there are some things that don't,” Theo insisted. “Do you know how many servants have lost their lives because they went into the Alpha's chamber, not to talk of the slaves, how the hell is this possible?”

Grayson rebuked her. “No,” I shook my head and held their hands. “I don't want to tell him,” I said weakly. “Then what do you want to do?” Grayson asked. “I want to beg him to let me go,” I said slowly. “Lily! The only way you can be free is if you are in the grave!” Clara cried. “No, there is one other way,” Grayson said, turning to look at Clara. “If the master freely sets the servant or slave free, then that slave is free forever. But if the freed slave is captured again, the slave will either be killed or retained for life.”

Celine I have been working as a slave maid for five years to earn redemption for a crime I never committed. At three p.m. today, my last shift ends, meaning I won’t have to be a slave anymore. My eyes landed on the clock, and I watched as it chimed three. At the same time, the invisible weight I had carried on my shoulders for the last five years was lifted. A tear slid down my cheek. “I’m free,” I whispered to myself as I got up from my spot on the floor. Today, I was going to see my parents when they came to get me. A smile widened on my lips again. I would get to see my mama again.

I went to see the smith family 2 days ago and told them all about my original plan and the new plan, once it sunk in that I was getting them away from here to a place where they wouldn't be treated like slaves or abused they all broke down sobbing. It tore at my heart to see them looking so relieved to finally be treated like humans and not slaves. Seeing them so humble over something so basic, well I knew I'd made the right decision all them weeks ago. I told them to just pack 2 sets of clothes each and anything sentimental and that I will buy them everything they need when we get to the blue moon pack, we need to be as invisible as possible.