The Slave Community Book Novels & Stories

I glared at them once I was standing on my two feet. Those jellyheads! I cussed, noting the mischievous looks on their faces. Shouldn’t they be working with me, with other slaves to relieve the pain that accompanied their stay here, and not to increase the hardship? Shouldn’t they all be on one side like a big sisters forum. I mused, mostly disappionted, not believing that the bullying syndrom would also happen in a pack of slaves that should be huddled together. Why would a slave think herself so highly than another slave? Didn’t they all sleep in prisons, and ate the same food? Or was it because the girl in front of me was Francis slut? Had the others slept with him too? I didn’t know, and

Samantha said, thinking about other things. Then she remembers something and asks "Then what about them cursing her all the time for hurting them like that!". "That's because no other slave is getting hurt like the slave or the worker that is serving Princess! almost all the peoples that you see there are princess' slaves, they were just blaming it on her because their little mistake made them go through that pain, while if they did it with other people, it could not even be considered, It is not like Princess could do anything because she never hurt a fly, but it's just the peoples around her tend to notice everything about her, around her. they even know about her favorite food, so when a

This book holds three stories, they are series that is needed to be together. 1. The Slave Mafia. To save my Mother. "You're just my Slave, Olivia." I gasped at his words, those words subsisted enough to shatter me to pieces. But what should I do with it? I am nothing. "But... you tell me those words! You tell me you love me!" "I don't love you. I will never love you." River said with cold eyes. My jaw dropped and my eyes went wide, I came back to the reality, where I was fooling myself.

I wonder why it's been sealed off in the dark corner of an even longer and darker corridor. I pull one of the books off the shelves and look at the title. It is a very old book, with writing barely legible. I must test my skills in reading Hausa. "The Origins" is what the title says. I open the first page and begin to read. It happened long ago that Q'waeti journeyed all over the land setting the people aright and instructing the people that would come in the future how they should act. Q'waeti instructed the people on how to build houses. One day Q'waeti

Maybe because I am too young and have never experienced such kind of things, I feel uncomfortable inside as if I have done something bad. After I take a walk in the garden, I hear someone crying when I return to my room along the hall. The voice is familiar. It is Emelia, my slave. I go directly to her room. I think although I will not comfort her, I still want to see how she is doing. But when I get near to her room, I hear her crying and other girls comforting her. So she does not need me. Yes, she never needs me. When she was chosen to be my slave, she cried loudly and wanted to see her parents instead of being happy.

If he hadn't killed the Alpha's family then I would still have my parents, I wouldn't be a slave and most definitely would not have this ugly wound on my thighs. Dinner came around and Caleb and Ella helped me to the dining. The dining hall was filled with hundreds of slaves. Parents with their children, all humans. The dining hall always reeked of sweat and foul smell, I hated it in there because it showed how defeated my kind were. All kinds of people were found here, some were cheery, a lot looked hopeless while others ensured to use their strength to harass the weaker ones. People showed different sides of themselves every day. No one could be trusted as they would easily rat out their f

It was anyone’s guess if we would still be alive in the morning, more than one slave hadn’t made it through the night. The sound of a creaking floorboard outside the library door had me freezing in place. Slaves were not meant to be seen unless we were called for. The door opened on smooth hinges and my breath caught in my throat before rushing out in a gust as Mia stuck her head around the door.

As alpha’s sleep around a lot we have a lot of offspring. Ending slavery is another one of her weird idealistic romantic ideas. There is simply not enough money to pay them as cervantes for the work that they do as slaves. Besides that, owners of slaves should be compensated for their loss. Who is going to pay for that? Whole is going to arrange housing? Education? Most of them are too stupid to remember their own name. How in hell are they going to survive by themselves?

-:- I stood amidst the hushed atmosphere of the cramped slave room, surrounded by the hopeful faces of my fellow slaves. The flickering light of a lone candle cast dancing shadows on the worn walls, emphasizing the gravity of the task that lay before me. Vallie's life teetered on the edge, her fragile body clinging to each fleeting breath. I couldn't bear the thought of losing her, and so I embarked on a perilous journey in search of the elusive herbs that held the promise of healing. As I prepared to depart, the slaves rallied around me, their voices filled with concern and encouragement. Each slave stepped forward, offering me their well wishes and words of caution, a bittersweet symphony

He would find me even if I ran into a rabbit hole, but the last place he would think to look was on a ship. I could sail to one of those Arab countries that I had been hearing about and just start afresh. My admission into the university was gone. It was painful, but that wasn’t something that could break me. What would break me was being stuck here for the rest of my life as a sex slave to a total stranger. With the kind of amount that he bought me with, I could only imagine what would be required of me sexually. The thought of it alone made me shudder. Keith Von Quavo could be a handsome and alluring man, but I didn’t want to become his sex slave.