Trafficked Book Novels & Stories

"I… I was trafficked. Six years ago. I thought I was over it." Tears fell. The room leaned in but stayed quiet in respect. "But then," she shuddered, "someone posted my story. With my real name. My location. My face. On the internet." A murmur of shock spread through them. "I thought I'd healed," she replied. "But I'm being hunted once more." There was silence. Ponderously heavy. Amiriam stood and approached Marta. She turned to the crowd. "This—this is what we battle. Your narrative doesn't belong to them to monetize."

It tastes like utter shit, and I wouldn’t tolerate it. “I don’t know everything, but I overheard something about trafficking children,” he says, and automatically, my blood boils. Trafficking is something I don’t tolerate, let alone children. My mouth goes dry, and my throat gets tight. “When and where?” I ask, and he shakes his head, exhaling some smoke.

And we sure as hell don't forgive. We get even. And we make traitors pay a price they can't afford. At dawn, I walked into the study and opened the safe only I knew the code to. Inside were all the confidential files on Vincent's business dealings—as his wife, I had access to everything. I took a photo of every single document. Game on.

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

Days passed after the incident with Henry and Thorne had contacted the other alphas, they were going to track down the others so they could stop the trafficking of young boys and bring all those who were involved in the disgusting trade to book, serving as a déterrant to others who would think not starting or engaging in something as horrendous as that against small children. I couldn’t believe what they had done all these years, the lives they had ruined. Children were taken away from their families and forced into the harshness of that business.

“It’ll be about three more minutes.” “You wrote this book?” he said. “Yeah. That’s one of mine.” She handed him his wine. “Thanks.” He glanced down at the title. “It’s about arranged marriage in India.” “Yes.” He looked at the others. “This one’s about – what? Acid throwing? Burned women in Cambodia?” “Uh-huh.” “And this last one?” “Sex trafficking in Thailand.” “So when you said that you travelled to Asia and wrote about sociological studies…” “I meant that I do on-the-ground research and write about the exploitation of women.”

With Josh using common trafficking lingo I was afraid that he was trying to sell and the person he was trying to sell was my mate. “So have you heard about the track in Europe. It was burnt down the other day. I was so pissed. I had a whole stable that I was trying to trade out.” Josh said and what would you know, Josh was talking about selling off some more trafficked woman and maybe even some men, though that was not as common. “Yea, kind upset a lot of Gorillas. A lot of them relocated and are getting ready to set up another track. Do you need to be put on the wire?” Travis asked. He was playing his part way to well.

3) Rescue as many smuggled hostages as possible. Poor things. Nicco and Enzo already gave us enough proof that there were kids in those containers. Human trafficking was becoming as rampant as the drug trade. Humans were definitely starting to devolve...consuming, depleting, treating each other like animals. Just wreaking mayhem all over this world.

I couldn't stand thе mistrеatmеnt shе еndurеd, and I was rеsolvеd to changе that. Crafting a plan to libеratе Ambеr, I facеd a rеvеlation—I nееdеd to bе part of thе drug tradе to makе it work. At that point, Ambеr hadn't disclosеd hеr illicit activitiеs to mе. Howеvеr, my intuition lеd mе to anticipatе hеr involvеmеnt. Whеn Ambеr finally confеssеd hеr rolе in drug trafficking, I sеizеd thе opportunity to rеvеal my dеsirе to join hеr. My truе intеntion was not drivеn by financial gain but to support Ambеr and еnsurе hеr ascеnt to a position of powеr within thе drug dеaling rеalm. In collaboration with Ambеr's boss, I managеd to infiltratе thе world of drug trafficking. With this nеwfound acc

Elias grabbed my hand tight. “This way,” he whispered urgently. “Don’t make a sound.” My heart raced as he pulled me deeper into the dark stacks. We moved fast but careful, stepping around carts and avoiding loose books on the floor. The flashlight beams from the power crew swept across the far end of the basement. Voices echoed. “Anyone down here? Maintenance check!” Elias led me behind a tall row of old reference books, the kind nobody touched anymore. We squeezed into a narrow gap between two heavy shelves. My back pressed against one. His body shielded me from the front. We were so close I could feel his chest rising and falling fast.