Trafficked Book Novels & Stories

I called. Gideon and King Cian stepped inside. Gideon’s face was tight, shadows carved deep around his eyes, a slim folder tucked under his arm like a weight he didn’t want to carry. Cian shut the door behind them himself, the soft click of the latch sending a prickle of warning down my spine. Never a good sign. “Tell me you have something,” I said before either of them could speak. Gideon crossed the room and dropped the folder onto the desk. The thud was quiet, controlled—and final. “We finally broke open the trafficking thread,” he said. “Not the mall attacker—but I’d bet just about anything that was tied into the same network.”

She narrowed her eyes at me. “That’s not a bomb, is it?” “Nope! I guess he must have loved how I fucked,” I teased as we got back in the car. She rolled her eyes. “What’s in the box?” I looked down at it. “What do you…” I slide my nail into the almost invisible crack in the box. It popped open to reveal three small pieces of paper. On the first one, the word ‘boom’ was written. The second said, ‘gotcha’. I rolled my eyes as a small grin played around my lips. The last one held four words. ‘Miriam Michaels. Human Trafficking’. Those four words were why I was sitting at the desk, waiting for Storm to bring Miriam into my office. I wasn’t sure when it would be, as there were other things I knew

“I bet you taste like roses and honey.” I didn’t break our stare-down. “Can a prisoner at least get a book? I mean, if you’re not going to entertain me in any other way…” It was probably not wise to poke him, but I wasn’t some weakling he could bend with a few harsh words and threats. He stared at me before disappearing into his “office” but surprised me when he came back over with a book in his hand. He let loose a battered and beaten flutter of pages through the top of the cage. It landed in my lap with a thump. The binding was cracked and the worn pages indicated it was a much-read book. The cover wasn’t familiar, but it was also scuffed and torn.

I said, taking out the book and, instead of giving it to Hazel directly, I motioned for the both of them to take it, my gaze darting to those of Riven, who was watching me suspiciously. Her brows furrowed as they took it from me. "Open it" I got out quickly, hoping my voice sounded excited and didn't come off as too nervous. Ksar was listening and would definitely get suspicious if I didn't play my card right. "Okay," Hazel got out and opened the book. Riven glanced over her shoulder, both their eyes widening as they read through the first paragraph. Hazel's eyes snapped to mine, and I put my hand to my lips, then waved my hand, gesturing to get her to say something but to make it like she w

Trish had to carry the market bags, which got heavier and heavier as the trek through the city progressed. Along with the stops to buy food, Eve also wanted to go into several bookstores. She remembered that she wanted Trish to learn how to give massages. She showed several books to her servant, asking her which one was the best for her to figure out what she needed to do. Trish picked the book she thought would be the easiest to understand and follow. Eve picked up a second book about erotic partner massage and handed two Florins to her servant. Trish had to stand in line at the cash register and pay for the two books. She got a very strange look from the store clerks when she showed them w

Matteo's Pov That feeling of dread. The knowing that things are about to change drastically and there's no way out of it except embracing that change even if it would cost your life. That's what I feel as I board the yacht with the boys. The crew members welcome us on board and lead us straight to the cabin where we'd meet with the Colombians to talk business. The smoke from their burning cigarette sticks fills the room as we walk in, naked girls walking around and taking whatever disgusting treatment those fuckers dish them. Strippers sliding up and down the strip poles and a good number of the men and women drugging themselves up to a point of unconsciousness.

’ she thought to herself, though she hesitated to admit why she felt happy about it. Still, the anticipation was there. Alica was almost done with the current book in her hands—a literature text regarding the common practices of the people of H’Trae which had now been outlawed. She had read this particular book before, but that was so long ago—back when she had just started frequenting the Library. A lot had happened since then, and so she wanted to revisit the literature to see if she could have a new, more informed, understanding of what she had read before.

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

' I didn't think that the book would be hated to the point that even the publishing company went down as well. "What was that book about anyway? Why was it hated to the point that not a single article is written about it?" I asked. Most books that are blacklisted normally contained gore and other unacceptable things that's frowned upon by society. The old guy turned his head around looking for other people and leaned in a little closer. I leaned in my ear and listened properly. "It contained the dark side of City A's high society. Child trafficking, illegal weaponry, and even drugs." My eyes went round when I heard what the old guy said.

I still need answers from him. We each grabbed the last two folders before opening them as we sat back on the chairs. As soon as I opened my folder, I was met with the picture of a naked woman around the age of my angel. My eyes skimmed through the information on the girl that was attached to the picture. I turned the page to find another picture attached to another detailed page. The more I flipped through the pages, the clearer it became that it had to do with a trafficking business. I’m not even surprised.