Twelve Years A Slave Novels & Stories

Lily ordered them to eat. The servants served the foods to them. Clive is not used to this kind of treatment that is why he blushed while being served. "I can get for myself Miss. Thank you." Clive refused to be served. "Are you not used to be served Mr. Aster?" Lily asked. 'Clive shook his head. "We are not rich Mrs. Klatt. I am not used to being served. I think I don't deserve such thing." "It's fine. You are my guest today. Let them serve you as I ordered them." Lily stated in a calm voice.

I can't be late making breakfast, not again! My name is Theo Marco Rossi. I am 26 years old and I am an Omega slave for the blood moon pack. My life didn't start out this way I had loving parents, two sisters, and friends. All it took was 1 hour, 1 hour to change my life, and 1 hour is all it took for me to become an Omega slave.

"You are now a slave, Ayesha. You will forget your past life because this is what you are now. You are just about to be put in the Christmas auction and you will be bought to serve. You will address everyone as either Sir or Madame, and it is likely that whoever buys you will want you to call them Master of Mistress. You will obey their every command if you do not want to be punished and if you're good you will be rewarded. Now you must-" "A...a slave? You think that I'm going to be a fucking slave? Are you out of your mind? This is the 21st century for crying out loud. No one has a slave anymore! And if you think that I'll willingly obey any of you, you are mistaken," I screamed and he slap

The first time that happened I remember how it unfolded :- The flashback Narrator point of view A young boy of merely 10 year old is pleading and clinging to a man's leg to spare the life of the young girl aged barely 13 as did something she shouldn't she dare to spoke to raise her voice something you are not allowed to do because you are nothing but a slave here whose utmost duty is to serve the head boss . Her fault was that she refused to be forced into the physical act with the boss client something which can cause you your life too and told the head boss that his days of power and ruthlessness was over as she spat her own blood after being whipped continuously for an hour . Her already

The year 1894 Awoken by the sound of rain and thunder, Sharriah woke up, the lightning became so loud she stood up and sat on the floor. She looked at the cell in which she was trapped in a cell, with a little window, which was attached to the wall. The room was enclosed by a wall of stone and a smaller window which prevents her from escaping, for the past eight years, four months, and three days. The room has always been so congested, that she hardly breathes well sometimes, the room was both congested with the smell of rats and sweats and specks of dirt from herself and the other slaves.

I’ve always hated being the center of attention. “And because of her survival, we’ve had over a year being Master and Slave. A year to grow, to learn from each other.. to become friends, to become more than friends. It is why I stand here before you all today.. because of the love I share with her.. I am here to publicly release her from being my slave.” He said. Many of the people gasped, some even growled.. but he would tolerate none of it.

I put my hands around her from behind, kissing her head. “Just take your time, baby.” “When I got there, I was a good slave. I did everything. I never screamed. Every time he touched me, a piece of me died. After a few weeks, we signed a contract. I was the only slave that had survived his torture longer than a few weeks. All the rest had died. He told the families they received money, and they gave the bodies a real burial. But I am starting to think that wasn’t true. As a year went past, we signed another contract, and that was when the real shit begun. Ethan, I died a total of one thousand eight hundred and twenty-two times.”

I whispered. Hannah nodded slightly, looking very sad. Her eyes were glistening with tears and her expression was full of heaviness and sadness. I knew I wouldn't be able to escape this kind of treatment, sooner or later my chest would be stamped with the seal of a slave, sooner or later my body would be possessed by a werewolf. "Quiet!" Mistress Hawthorne looked at us with stern eyes, she would not allow us to talk in whispers. "Yesterday there were twelve slaves, today there are only eleven slaves left."

I unknowingly whispered back to her. The Luna smiled, “I could offer you a place at my side, Tasyra,” her voice was convincing, “I could make you free, I could give you power and privilege too,” she touched my hair, as she continued, “ Tasyra, twenty years and you have been a slave, Just accuse a servant of impregnating you, and you will be free, simple!”

If only she could see beyond the beastly mask. Underneath the mask was a young twenty-four year old lady who needed freedom from the shackles of slavery. I was no Adrian, I was just his slave. One who should carry out his dirty works with no complaint, one who had to whore around for her father's company's interest, one who is now planning the abduction of her sister with a man who whips her during sex.