The Last Slave Book Novels & Stories

"I must apologize for the way my brother and I judged you before we got to know you. You're a remarkable person Aunt Panashe, I'm well aware why my uncle would fall head over heels for you. You have taught me to be better, I do not think I'd ever want to treat black people the way I used to or the way I was taught to. My uncle is very lucky to have you, also.." He paused turning to whisper and check if anyone was listening. "Sandy Hemings is the daughter of one of the magistrates who received the royal assent for the abolishment of slavery.." "Really? What does that all mean?" Panashe asked a little confused. "The Royal family is demanding an end for slavery." "I never thought I'd hear the r

he promised. Thinking back to Kamala, I had told her I wanted to make a difference and that I wanted to stand my ground to free slaves. To guide them out of these dark tunnels and into a new light. But with my time on earth decreasing rapidly and unforeseen circumstances, it looks like I won’t be able to see it through. Even in death, I will still be bound to these chains. I wanted to make my final days count and learn what I can. Maybe I can bring this knowledge with me to spread to other slaves and commoners and enlighten them to take a stand when I’m no longer here.

I gave her the file in my hand, “look at this and sign it.” She took her time reading it, scanning through the pages as if the words written there were foreign. “What does this mean?” She asked me. “It's a contract, it contains rules we will both abide by and what you'll do as my slave.” “I mean this part.” She pointed at a page. “Is this real?” “Yes. It states that I will give you the money to clear your debts and even more, I will also make you the CEO of one of my companies if you agree to be my slave.”

I held my breath, sensing the weight of his words. "You will be killed," he declared. My breath caught in my throat as the reality of my situation sank in. Drake continued, explaining the harsh truth. "The punishment for killing someone as a slave is death. According to the last slave reforms of 1976, no slave is allowed to kill, even if their life is on the line." I felt numb, unable to process the fact that my life is about to end. "Slaves don't have the freedom to live," Joe declared.

The woman wiped her tears as Helen's eyes welled up. 'How could Marcel be this cruel? How could Marcel let this happen?' Helen thought to herself. And the woman continued, "After a period, they start selling these girls to different countries, some are sold for slavery and some for prostitution. All the girls in here are virgins and if they are not, they turn them into a virgin by stitching their genitals. Once their masters are done with them, they get them back here but the animals in here resell them to other countries again." The woman's feet gave up as she dropped onto the floor.

I just hoped He would reveal something quickly, though, before she went off and mated with someone else… ***** WANT TO SEE WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN REECA AND RAKE? On September 26th the series bundle of SLAVE TO THE WOLF KING will release on Amazan. All four books in ONE volume, exclusive to KU/Kindel, and that will include extra content that answers this question AND MORE! Check it out—follow my author profile on Amazan (Aimee Lynn) to be notified of ALL my upcoming new releases!

Roger replied with a slight smile as they shake hands again after which, he outstretched his hand to shake the other party’s. “Deal” Beta Miguel did the same as he grabbed the other members hands and shake, the deal was completed and I, Emma Mondragon, had officially become a slave. ** I don’t know how long it’s been all i know is that we’ve been in a constant rush for the past few days, we came by quite a few stops to collect the other slaves that the Slavers were supposed to deliver, as of now, we were here in one of their bases to collect the other slaves held there and unlike all the other slaves, I am not chained with iron chains. Instead, I am handcuffed with silver, shackled hands and

No kindness, no care, no reprieve—especially not after trying to escape. Her lips quivered as a darker thought surfaced, chilling her to her core. What if this was a façade? What if he planned to share her, to parade her around as some kind of twisted entertainment, forcing her to perform degrading, unspeakable acts in front of an audience? She had heard those stories too. The slaves who were returned—battered and hollow-eyed—had recounted every harrowing detail of their torment.

He is the first and main reason for our being here, free in this place, alive, he who saved the lives of each one of us, freed us from the slavery of Hardin that lasted for hundreds of years, so that no matter how much I describe to you, you will not be able to imagine or imagine the extent of the suffering that went through It has every member of the people of this island, get out. He pointed to her towards the entrance, adding: "Go out and look around you, look at us, at our lives, our families, our families, our children. Without it, this place would not have been, nor would it be Isaiah or any of our wives or children, because we would have been and will remain stagnant slaves and die st

"... Even with our freedom there is nothing left for us in this world, Very few Southern packs still stand today. Many of them have been turned to rubble, the ones that remain are mere shells that are barely holding on. I don't have enough fingers to count how many time a slave was able to buy or snatch their freedom before they came back here telling us horror stories about how many of them just get captured and sold again...there's nothing for us out there, you Northerners made sure of it!" My chest was rising and falling so fast, so much blood felt like it had pooled up in my head ready to explode. Breathing felt laborious but necessary all through it all he looked at me through the sicke