Twelve Years A Slave Novels & Stories

Back at my pack, we were all lively about Christmas because it meant a great deal to us. Here was the total opposite of everything. Christmas was the same with contraband which didn’t make sense. I surprisingly watched as the man came forward, with the silver chains still burning through my skin. I couldn’t even start to picture another pain again. I saw him raise the lash, hanging it out in the air. It suddenly came connecting with my back with a loud lash. My eyes slammed shut as I tried to endure the pain following the next whip on my back. I did this for the remaining thirteen strokes, already with a numb feeling on my back.

*** A few years later. Gladiator Arena. Slave's area. Leon was twelve years old. He was caught by a slave trader and repeatedly changed hands from one noble to another. Leon always managed to escape and kill people to escape the manor house. He became hunted by many parties to finally capture and make a slave fight in the gladiator arena. The arena was a savage spectacle that entertained the free people. Usually, people make victory as a betting event. The slaves who fought there would continue to fight to the death. So far, Leon had fought dozens of times and was still alive.

She on the other hand is the girl whose parents were killed, was made a slave, and now has powers she has no idea how to use. She felt small compared to her mates and wondered if the Moon Goddess did not make a mistake when pairing her with them. Growing up she was excited about meeting her mate and that feeling intensified when she was a slave. She prayed for her mate to come and find her. maybe save her from the life of slavery she was living, but as years went by and she did not shift. She gave up on the mate thinking that maybe she really was human and had no mate like werewolves do.

Brooke asked me again with a laughter after. "Okay, okay. Let's not get tensions into the air. This is a friendly discussion and we're moving on. Who can tell me who freed the slaves in America and what date it took place?" "Abraham Lincoln. On January 1st 1863," I answered. "Excellent. On pages ten to twenty, are all the information about the trades, the owners, the boats, the counties and all the ways slaves were treated. Study it. Pop Quiz next class," Mr. Snagg finished.

I really want to smack his face! I tried to calm myself down. "You are my slave and so you will arrange everything here. Today, you don't have to come to the office. You will just stay at home and make it liveable." he said looking around the house. What??? Me??? I have to arrange all these??? How will I do that?? "Ok, slave. I will be leaving now. I have to go and have breakfast too. Arrange everything here and here take this money to buy all the groceries and everything else you need to make this house liveable.” he said handing me a bundle of money.

She asked. "Leila, you will do all the things I ask you to do, all of my work. You will be by my side. In my home, in my office and everywhere I went like a shadow. Or I say You will be my Slave." He said. The last words that came out from his mouth felt like someone has punished Leila with a hunter. It was a severe blow to her self respect. For a moment, she thought to deny this disgusting offer and go to jail but then she thought she has a chance to take her revenge.

"Treated you badly? We gave you water, food and shelter. We kept you alive even though you can't cultivate. We gave you things to do in a world where there was nothing you could do." "Keeping me alive as a slave is what you did!" interrupted Raider this time. "You've kept me here for twelve years as a slave when you don't even need one! I have half a mind to destroy this entire place right now, I'm sure I could do it!" Raider roared as the wind around his picked up. Soho panicked a little bit and was ready to jump to action at any time.

"You judge him based on what you see now. Do you forget he was a slave for a long time? Have you stopped to think how he feels? He had a shitty day, and then you come to save him only to make his day even shittier." He looks at Vladimir. "You, what's your name?" Mark asks. "V-Vladimir." "And since when have you been a slave?" "I-It's a-alright. I a-ac-accept to be re-rejected." "No one is rejecting anyone," Mark says to Vladimir. "For fourteen years, he had been a slave. Since he was nine," I tell Mark. I could feel Mark is disappointed with me. I hate when this happens.

I’ve been trough enough beatings to endure the pain. “What are you thinking about? Are you okay? Do you have any pain?” No nothing is wrong Al… eh… Noah. I’m just tired, that’s all.” “You can sleep in the car on the way to our pack grounds. I will make sure that the backseat is as comfortable as possible for you.” “That’s really nice of you Noah, thank you. I don’t know why you think I deserve this but from the bottom of my heart thank you for everything.” “You’re welcome Jane, everyone deserves love and affection. So do you, no one deserves what you have been trough. You need to know that slaves are forbidden. It’s the law of the elders, did you know that?”

Because of her build and good looks, she was added to Jan's harem immediately and trained to become both a Submissive and a Dominant. Jan kept a harem of both male and female beauties on the ranch. These ones were trained to serve clients with special needs who were influential enough to be given access to the ranch. These slaves lived on the ranch for maximum of 10 years depending on their ages when they were brought in, after which they were either sent out to the clubs or resold. Because after 10 years, they were deemed used up. Some of them were lucky enough to even gain some resemblance of freedom in the sense that they would be allowed to live wherever they wanted while still working f