Twelve Years A Slave Amazon Novels & Stories

VIOLET ‘ Free for claims. ’ This is a term every slave human fears significantly. It’s a term which means that the master werewolf doesn’t want their slave and anyone who wants or wins the fight can have that human - if that human survives the ferocious contest of pushing and pulling from all sides of course. It’s not like werewolves are dying to have that human as their slave who is already rejected by a master - it’s more like they enjoy the torment the human goes through.

The place is dead silent as no one said a thing. "Slave number ten going for $200,000.000,” she said. "Going, going, gone! Congratulations No X, Come claim your slave."

A sleepless night left me running on fumes. I was just about to make myself a coffee when a delivery guy brought in a large box of milk tea and small cakes. Then came the cheers of my colleagues. "Mr. Baldwin is buying afternoon snacks? When did he get so generous?" "Clueless! It's for Leticia's new diet. We're just lucky to get free snacks!"

His thunderous voice called as his men barged in behind him and immediately, the whole family rushed downstairs to see their visitor. Huh? Sophia almost lost her balance, looking at Ice Pick who seemed like someone that could kill at the moment. "Ice Pick, please…" Mr. Johnson fell to his knees immediately and pleaded, knowing the gravity of his sin. "Johnson…you dare take my slave home without my full permission when you know she's still mine until your payment is done. Do you freaking understand?!" Sophia's father shivered in fear, nodding his head. He faced Sophia and the ice in him melted for a while, seeing the fear in her eyes as she looked at him but he neglected his emotions and said

The slaves watch Imogen as she packed her things along with Poppy helping her. They all gave a hateful look and murmured among themselves, but she didn't care. There were the least of her thought. "I can't believe this, never has anyone thought a slave might leave this hell? You are a miracle and our hope that we might one day as well leave this place" Imogen chuckled at Poppy's words, and looked at the slaves "I don't think so, they probably hate me"

Not today though. She bared her teeth, chest rumbling, and knowing what was coming, I braced myself as she slammed me into the wall behind me, the back of my head hitting it so hard I thought my cranium would crack. Lycans healed fast, but that by no means meant we are immune to the feeling of pain. We felt pain as keenly as any human. If not more. “You are worthless, slave.” she spat. “Weak, being bait fits you so well. I can think of nothing better to show you just how insignificant and expendable you are.”

Suzanne said hurtfully "Suzanne?? Darcie says and couldn't stop the tears from flowing " I almost die Sonia, but here I am, did you know how hard it is for me to survive, I was sold to the Arabian as sex slave" she said and Darcie eyes widened "Every time, I always think about you and also the day those evil people when they're going to pay for their deadly crime but here you're choosing Love over everything" "Suzanne pls....." "Sonia, I want you to think about it and give me an answer tomorrow, it's either you choose keith or I" she said and Darcie couldn't alter a word

She was entirely exhausted and couldn't hold it anymore. Amelia guarded her from falling and quickly call on the guards, two guards that were neaby appeared at once and she ordered," bring me the doctor now." They bowed before her immediately and sped away. Amelia carried her and went to place her on the bed. She looked worn out indeed. If she was too consider how cruel her father was to her and her pack members when they were serving as a slave at Celine's father's pack, she would just watch her die and get her body dumped in the pit cause that's exactly what Brett does. He doesn't give a damn about slaves and no matter how injured they were, he would not let them get treated.

A hand slips under my chin forcing me to look at the person. My breath hitches as I lay eyes on a teenage wolf about fifteen if I were to guess. His black hair is cut in crew cut style, his midnight blue eyes take me in. He’s dressed nicely in black slacks and a black short-sleeve button-down shirt. He has an authority that I wouldn't expect from someone his age. “How much is this one?” He asks the slave trader. “I’ll give you a good deal, Alpha.” The slaver replies. “I don’t really care for deals, tell me how much she costs.”

“As you can see, Alpha Gunner, she's weak and sick. Healthier, stronger slaves are highly priced and valuable. This slave is the opposite, hence her low price.” “I see,” Alpha Gunner approached my cell, his eyes locked in mine. He took in my skinny build. “Where the hell did you find her?” “She got shipped in a month ago. Apparently, her family sold her to pay off a massive debt,” the slave merchant said. “She won't interest you, Alpha Gunner. Allow me to show you my best slaves.” “Shut up!” Alpha Gunner snapped at the slave merchant. “Unlock her cell.” The merchant sealed his lips and did exactly as he was told without questions.