The Princess Slave Novels & Stories

I feel like I'm one of those bullies who takes advantage of their assets and make other people feel like losers. I maybe a Princess-like born with such fortune in front of me, but I'm still a human. I am also full of flaws and imperfections like any other person out there. Maybe I am a modern princess, but not in fairytales. --------- Third person's POV Sylvia couldn't help but lose an owl laugh because of what she heard. Now she knows the reason why her daughter went to Olivia Wines ’son’s office. And the business matters that it said are just a favor related to the selection of the construction company that will work for the new project to be launched by the company.

Perhaps with that other slave he’d mentioned. “Why is he staring at me like that?” “Because he knows the drill.” So saying, her tormentor rose from his seat and came to stand beside his comrade. “Be a good girl, Princess, and show us your tits.” “What?” she whispered. “You heard me, my sweet. Untie your bodice strings and give us an eyeful.” “And if I refuse?”

Yufrus replied, bowing deeply. Tobi stepped closer and gently pulled me to his side. “Friar Yufrus, I’d like to introduce you to my mate, Lila.” The friar’s eyes widened, flicking between Thefros and Tobi before settling on me. I felt his gaze linger a little too long. “Princess,” he said, taking my hand and bowing over it. His lips brushed my knuckles. “An honour.” I stared at him, stunned. That word—princess—landed like a stone in my chest. Until this moment, I hadn’t truly considered what being with Tobi might make me in the eyes of others.

"I don't get it, though. I thought the king was angry because of the slave princess, not because of me." Nessa stopped completely. She stared at me. "The slave *what*? What are you talking about?" "I heard the maids outside talking about someone they called the slave princess," I explained, shifting my legs slightly. "Said Sable and Wren offended her, said the king almost killed them over it." Nessa just looked at me for a long moment, something heavy shifting behind her eyes. "I think they meant you," she said softly. "Me?" I sat up way too fast. A sharp, blinding shock of pain shot straight up my ankles, and I winced, clutching my knees. "How am I a princess? I'm a slave. I literally spent

“O…kay. Name your price. I promise to give you anything you want.” “Anything?” My lips lift in a smile. “I like the sound of that.” When I close the space between us, I hear her breath hitch in her throat. She looks to the right, then to the left to avoid my eyes. “Be my slave, Princess.” She trembles at the sound of my voice. “What…what do you mean?” “You know exactly what I mean. Be my slave and I will make sure those thieves do not get a penny from your inheritance. I will also help you get revenge.”

Not at all. She can't stop remembering her Princess. Her Princess Danika. The King took her in as his slave. She can still remember vividly, her princess being collared. Sally can't imagine Princess Danika being anybody's slave. She tries to picture her princess working the mines or taking orders from people, and she just couldn't. Princess Danika wasn't trained like that, and she'll be having the hardest of times. It hurts Sally a lot. She is a slave, but the Princess always treated her right. The only person she knows is Princess Danika. Sally hurts most because she knows her princess can't survive alone without her.

They were as dirty as I was, and some of them were asleep. "They apply it to all the new slaves to ensure that they behave themselves," she continued, dragging a branch around in some sort of game. The word'slave’ caught my attention above all that she said, and I stood up alarmed, stumbling a bit in the darkness. "Slave?" I repeated it in revulsion and clawed at my fur in discomfort. Whatever they had applied to my fur was going to kill me before I allowed myself to be regarded as a slave. "I am no slave! I am a princess, the Princess of the Black Fur Pack, and I was sent here as a gift to this pack. I think there must be a mixup somewhere. I'm not supposed to be here but in the Hall of Alp

She nodded, "You are so right about that. The moon goddess is also more on my side because I finally got myself a slave." I moved closer to her, "About being the princess of the royal family, are you being serious?" "Do you think I'm joking about something like that?" I shook my head, "Not exactly. I'm sorry for doubting you, I just felt maybe becoming a slave is a bit too much." "She proposed it first and I will honour her proposal. I only have servants and I can't treat them like slaves but I finally got a slave. I'm extremely happy." She sounded very happy.

“I’m not some… possession you can just take!” The words almost slipped from my mouth before I could stop myself, and I barely caught them. “I’m a princess,” I muttered under my breath, as if saying it aloud could somehow make it real. "I’m not a slave, or someone you can just throw around like a pawn."

“Well, the guy I’ve been helping to get information on this specific compound. We’re trying to shut this place down, so we can free the slaves.” “Wait, you’re a spy?” She asked with interest. “Well, no. I’m also a slave; I was kidnapped – well, sold – two years ago. The only thing that saved me from your fate is that I’m not as pretty as other girls, so there wasn’t any interest in me. So now I’m just a house slave and not a sex slave.” “Please make me a promise?” The princess asked in a small voice. “I’ll try my very best.” Nova promised sincerely.