The Princess Slave Novels & Stories

Born into the Mafia Alcina saw their brutal violence from a very young age, her beloved Papa was shot dead in front of her eyes when she was only five years old. Ricardo was also born into the Mafia, the pampered spoilt youngest son of a powerful Don a stunning beautiful little boy who is as clever as he is gorgeous. They grow up in very different environments, Alcina is taken back to her mother's family by her staid, much older than her mother's sister Lady Annabella. To be brought up as an English Lady ready to inherit her mother's title of Duchess when she is eighteen. Ricci grows up trained in his father's ways so he can take over the powerful Mafia Family instead of his two older brothers. As they grow up life throws them together and the attraction is instant but they have many battles to fight before they can be together. Can Alcina forgive Ricardo for being the son of the Monster who had forced her to watch her father die? More importantly, can Ricardo forgive himself?

Luke was a , not that he had a choice. He was kidnapped when he was twelve and sold and rented off to different men. At the age of 20, he was deemed damaged goods and left on the streets to die. Valentino Sero was a ruthless man, that is if you cross him. He runs hotels and casinos, as well as underground gun and trades. You know the gist, Italian man, involved with the mafia. One thing about him is he likes to take in broken people, help them and trap them into working in the mafia for the rest of their lives.

Skye Evanore Reoch isn't your normal princess. She's a soul collecting reaper that discovers she's part of a much bigger prophecy involving the elves. Will she allow fate to run its course or will love come to interfere, creating a choice she must decide upon?

*Warning* please this book contains explicit, BDSM and matured Erotica content. Read at your own Risk! He is a legend. A name Forbidden. Heartless and Darkness itself. He is an Alpha God... She is a proud Ruthless Alpha Wolf Princess who ruled all kingdoms with iron fist. Men, strong men tremble at her presence. She was feared and has been unmarried. But how did she became a Slave and a Mate to a man who was said to be a legend. A man who hated her very existence.

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he fucked me until my legs went weak, gripping my waist and whispering the same word over and over: “Principessa.” Just as I was about to propose, his first love, Isabella, returned. To keep her happy, Vincent let a car hit me, had my mother’s heirlooms thrown to stray dogs, and sent me to prison… But when I was finally broken, flying to Boston to marry someone else, Vincent tore New York City apart to find me.

He left me there, naked and clamped my body exposed and vulnerable. The cold, dimly lit room terrified me; when I struggled against restraints, the metal biting into my wrists. The minutes stretched into hours, each passing moment filled with a mix of fear and anticipation. Where I was now? Where was my savior, my father? I did all this for him, I deceived Aris, let him suffer but now I was suffering. After what felt like an eternity, the heavy door creaked open once again, revealing his imposing figure. He entered the room, his eyes fixed on me, a mix of dominance and control emanating from his every move. His presence alone sent shivers down my spine, a reminder of my helpless state. He approached me slowly, a wicked smile playing on his lips. His intention was clear - to punish me and assert his authority. With each step, he exuded power, his confidence unwavering. He strode forward and grabbed me by the face, his grip like iron. “Don’t you know when master enters what should a slave to do?” He demanded an answer. I could see the rage in his eyes and I felt my own anger rising. As he tightened his grip, I spat in his face. This was sudden and unintentionally. His color changed in rage. I knew I did a mistake, a horrible mistake. - Lord Aris, a ruthless and cruel Mafia king, he just want one thing in his life, that was revenge. Emma William, a beautiful girl, is sold by her fiancé to cruel Mafia king ‘Aris Johnson’, who actually wants to take revenge on her by enslaving her. But what will happen when his revenge turns into his obsession? Will he fall for her? Will he able to keep her?

Emily Hollen and Sebastian were highschool sweethearts but a lie wedge them apart. Several years later, Emily became a hotelier and wanted to develop a resort in a foreign country governed by a monarch. What a surprise it was to her when she learnt the soon-to-be-king was her ex-boyfriend from highschool.

Chloe's parents were killed, accused of being traitors. Since then, she has served as a slave to the BlackMoon pack. Chloe was humiliated by everyone, including the future alpha - Aaron. She promised herself that once she turned 18 moons, she would be gone forever. However, Chloe kept a secret that no one could know: her witch eyes.

In a world where werewolves call the shots, humans live in fear as they try to avoid drawing any unwanted attention upon themselves and their families. Every year communities around he world make a sacrifice to the werewolf packs within their areas to appease them. These sacrifices buy the communities one year of peace and protection. That's how I ended up here in this pack living the life of a slave. I was a sacrifice. A peace offering. Only... I should never have been here. I ended up here because I lied. I took the place of one whom I loved and would sacrifice everything for to protect! But what will happen to me when the Alpha finds out the truth?

My father found me too rebellious, so he gave me to Marco, tasking him with making a lady out of me. To the outside world, Macro was the ruthless boss to a Mafia empire, but to me, he was just a man with a perpetually stern face. I tried everything to defy him. I smashed his car. Then I swapped his PPT for the lowbrow stand-up he hated most. And he opened it during a company meeting. Yet, every rebellion ended the same. He cornered me, his massive frame dominating mine on the silk sheets of his king-sized bed, the polished oak of his desk, or the leather confines of the car's backseat. His hot skin against mine, his fingers tracing fire along my curves. He moved with a primal hunger that left me breathless. My body arched in unwilling ecstasy, in a dance of punishing pleasure, until my fight dissolved into moans, my will shattered under his relentless claim. I fell for him hard, convinced this was love, and he was the beacon of my dark world. But the truth shattered me: it was all a calculated game to tame me, to stop my war with my sister Karen. My guiding light went out, or maybe it never existed at all. So I became a good girl. I stopped fighting back. He thought he had me tamed, chained to his will. But in the end, I slipped free, leaving him alone with his shattered heart.