Wedgie Slave Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I don’t want to go back there. Please, I'll do anything for you. I’ll be your slave, your toy, your property…anything! Just tell me!” “You can own me, use me, keep me locked in a fucking cage if that’s what you want. Just please don't send me back.” For a moment he didn’t blink,.didn’t move. His fury radiated from him like heat off a burning building. "You think spreading your legs will make things right? You think offering yourself is enough to fix this war you have started?” “But you're powerful and influential, Aziel King. You can protect me. You can end this. And I'll do anything for it. I'll be your...your slave, your sex partner, whatever you want, whenever you want. Just...please.”

His eyes glowing fiery hot as he spoke, his wide huge arms flexing in the air as he huffed with pride and pure vengeance. A wounded man. I knew Tagon too well that he doesn’t make empty promises, he never lied, he was too honest to a fault. My mind's eyes took a little flashback to what it meant to be a slave, the agony, despair, the lashings, concubines and acts of pleasure slaves were subjected to no one deserves to go through so much suffering and the reason I'll fight to get it eradicated. “I’m the worst woman in history, yes! Take your anger on me and burn me to hell. Let my carcass fall on your feet but a life of slavery isn’t what I want to partake in ever again!”

“Jeffrey, why have you lied?” “I-I didn’t,” said the host. He bowed his head toward Kronos. “My lord. Mr. Drakos. What I said was true; I have never seen a wizard. The werewolf did mentioned a wizard, b-but sorcery is prohibited. He is a man of great secrets, why would he spare me any details? And I fear the laws too much to ever dare bring a wizard to our territory, my Lord. It’s a crime and I would be punished for it. It’s as I told you, we receive the humans from him and that is the only business between us.” A sudden cold numbed my fingertips. A werewolf? A werewolf brought the slaves to the auction?

I watch my friend who did not let go of Dalton's hand, the boys left us alone to say goodbye, although we look 18 years old, now we are of age so we both decided to live our lives with them, far from here for a while. —Will you call me? —Of course I will. —I hug her one last time. —I'll miss you. —So will I. Best of luck with the news, hopefully she'll be as excited as I am. —Believe me she won't expect it, but we are hybrids so we can get pregnant. I watch my vampire conversing with his brother, he looks at me and smiles making me relive the day he made me his slave, I was anxious but I know this baby growing inside me... it's the beginning of our love story, one that started with me being

Males are not supposed to be marked; females who engaged in that was only dominant wolves who wanted to claim the male wolves. The last time someone did that was centuries ago when women ruled. And at that time, marked males were called slaves. Now, I have just made Adrain my slave; he would do as I say and bend his head to only me, and not only that, minutes away from him would feel like years, and he would go crazy without me touching him or being by his side. How does it feel to be a slave in this modern-day world?

Once that do, like you they will trample us all over,” Lady Jade said with her teeth gritted, holding her voice so it won't be too loud, “lowly slave, you should be grateful to be given food and a roof to live under. People like you are lesser than livestock.” “Perhaps, Jade, it is because you deserve to be trampled. You look down on others and that caused you to be looked down upon the same way. You might want to start rectifying your wrong doings,” I answered using the same tone as Jade. What happened about me being a slave and a rogue happened almost nine years ago, but the wounds were still fresh and the memories of my dying Pack and family wasn't good that I would ever try to look back.

“Now, let’s get down to business, slave.” He grabbed my thighs as he roughly shoved inside my cunt. I was too weak to do anything. Call me a weak girl. I prayed you wouldn’t dock yourself in as a female sex slave. “What?!” he screamed, his voice loud. “You’re no longer a pure girl. Who did this?!”

"Thank you, but I can walk on my own." Seeing that bitch, Brenda, turn down potential suitors one after the other made my blood boil. Those werewolves were also participating in the special training, and they were all of noble birth. Some of them were even next in line to become their pack's Alpha. How could such high-class werewolves lower themselves to flirt with a slave? It was disgraceful to see. But what pissed me off the most was that all of them had gotten turned down. That bitch was just a slave. How dare she refuse a future Alpha? It was ridiculous.

It was like if he didn’t drink for a day, he’d break out in hives! "Isn’t YeSe Club only open at night? William, you’re talking nonsense right after opening your eyes. Aren’t you afraid of dying young? I’ve got things to do today. Don’t bother me!" Dave snapped. Hearing this, William sounded displeased. "They open early on weekends! What business could a married man possibly have? You’re living like a single guy anyway! Oh wait—sorry, I forgot. You’re already a dad now! What? Planning to stay home and babysit your daughter?"

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.