The Slave Community Book Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 The packed house is full of different wolves and it is majorly full of slaves who venture into one activity or the other, even when they are not fit enough they still participate in their various activities. This is what they always do, especially when they have Lydia as their leader. Lydia walked around the slaves who were busy cooking in the kitchen with her attendance always with her. She looks at them one after the other as she marks the attendance. She was still with the attendance, she glanced through the attendance to see everyone else's name had been marked except Cora's name.

Malik replied "Right,and not just only that but we also fit all the curses in Deuteronomy chapter twenty eight and fifteen to verse sixty eight most likely verse sixty eight" "What curse do we fit for you to make sure that we're the ones that the bible is talking about?" Malik asked "And the Lord shall bring the unto Egypt again with ships,by the way whereof I spake unto thee. Thou shalt see it no more again. And there ye shall be sold unto your enemies for bondmen and bondwomen,and no man shall buy you" Sophia replied "According to the bible God sent the Israelites into slavery again but this time with ships. The only ones that went into slavery with ships are African Americans" Jacob said

I'm so glad we made the change. The smiths have settled in amazingly. It took them some time to get used to the fact that they weren't slaves anymore, that they were free to do as they pleased, that they could talk to anyone they wanted without being shouted at, and more importantly accidents can happen without punishments. Poor Emily broke a plate last week, she panicked so much she gave herself a panic attack but Luna Sophia took care of her and I think she's finally realized she not going to get hurt here.

"We will see what happens when that moment arrives." Before I became a slave, when my family was still alive, we used to live in a small rogue community. It was pretty much like a pack, only without the ties between the werewolves. There was no Alpha either, and anyone was free to come or leave. There were rules, of course, and everyone was nice and helpful. A small school was built in the middle of the community, and all the adults took turns teaching the pups writing, reading, or calculus. I never finished my studies, but I have no problem working for many hours. I am sure I can earn enough money to secure a small house and put food on the table for Ana. I am used to eating little to nothi

And what was the point in remembering the name of someone who would soon be sold off and never heard from again? “120,” Aunt Rita went on. Our eyes stayed low; our heads bowed. We watched the cracks on the floor as we listened to each of our sisters call out in their tiny voices, “Present.” This was a daily measure to insure we were all accounted for—but I had a theory that it was more than that. It was a reminder of who we were and what our place in this world was. We were Slaves. We were among the lowest class in this hell world. The beasts took our world and grabbed our lives in their hands.

through the waves of time,and the influence by other cultures. This book,aims at capturing a set of activities through a narrative,where Enkanasa village represents the African roots,from where a young man leading an almost hopeless life,falls into great hands and becomes a great man not only to his village but to his community and country.It brings out the harsh life that some boys go through in a bid to secure their parents wealth,and to protect the community,as worriors.

I made up my mind to ask the queen first thing in the morning if it would be possible for me to read instead of doing more needlepoint. I went to bed feeling more positive than I had in a while. I hadn’t read a book in so long that I couldn’t wait. I was sure she would say yes. I hadn’t seen many women since I became a slave who read. We were the weaker of the genders and the fact that I could read wasn’t a bonus for some of the masters the traders tried to sell me to.

We moved under the cloak of night, avoiding the scorching heat of the day. A weak woman languished in a cell, consuming only a quarter can of food daily, which left her frail and powerless, yet she clung to life. Bound by her faith, she feared that suicide would condemn her to eternal damnation, so she endured her suffering, tethered to a sliver of hope. The slave master eventually herded her out with 80 others, all long unsold and languishing, their lives dwindling away. “Be grateful, someone has bought all of you,” he announced, a hollow attempt at consolation.

"Sammy I'm sorry you have to get mixed up in this whole thing and sit because you said you were also taken without permission then I'm sorry but it happens to most people sold into slavery. You are not the first and I can definitely assure you that in the world we live in you are not going to be the last, there are people who have no one to Rely on, they have no one to stand for them and it makes them vulnerable to any attack or situation. Luckily for you, it's the same here and no one will hurt you, no menial jobs will be given to you. You see, everyone here was also once a slave,just like I was so were the whole servants in this household but didn't you see them lacking in any manner?" She