Born a Slave has never been any comfort for Daisy. Every 10 years, an interval during a festival called Loma to celebrate the year they defeated and took over another territory, the most powerful pack of the country will give privilege to a slave (the most brilliant of them all) into the most prestigious college to learn. The Slaves pack is also known as the Whitewater pack, privileged to education only up to high school level, done in the most lowly place ever, doesn't change them from being nothing but a servant In a world where slaves are bound to servitude, Daisy, a brilliant Whitewater pack member, is offered a rare chance to attend KJ College. But with privilege comes peril. Will she risk everything for it? She has heard history about the past slaves giving that opportunity. And the history is that there is a ritual been performed, slaves are allowed to graduate dead.
Lihat lebih banyakI grabbed one of the plush towels, which looked and felt brand new, and wrapped it around my waist. The towel seemed small compared to my hips, but it would do. I stepped outside, and Sarah was still fast asleep.I took my time, doing everything I needed to do, including changing into fresh clothes. Yet, Sarah remained soundly asleep, oblivious to my activities.I was done with everything I wanted to do, and I put my things back in their place as I began to wonder: was she naturally a deep sleeper, or had she not slept at all last night? It's a known fact that light sleepers tend to sleep more deeply if they haven't slept the night before or for more than two days.I got out and sat down on the couch, deciding to flip through channels until I found something interesting to watch. My mind briefly wandered back to the events of the previous day, but I quickly pushed the thoughts aside. Maybe I'd confide in Drake about it later, but I hadn't made up my mind yet.As I watched the show, I
"Draco," I called, my voice firm."Why are you contacting me?" he declared, his tone cautious."I have Love with me, and she'll die if you don't do my bidding," I declared. He fell silent, and for a moment, I wondered if the intel I bought was incorrect."I don't believe you," he declared, his skepticism evident."Let's use WhatsApp," I suggested, a sly smile spreading across my face. "I won't only let you hear her, but you'll also see where I hurt her." I referred to the injury she sustained when I pushed her into the vehicle's trunk.I ended the call and switched to a video call, which displayed only his woman, struggling to communicate something to him with her mouth covered. I brought the phone to my masked face and spoke to him.But before I could speak, he beat me to it."What did you want?" he asked, his tone firm."I want your life," I declared, my voice cold and detached, as the woman I had ti
"Yes, it was destroyed by someone before the event," he replied."What type of being is that man?" I asked, curiosity piqued."A human," he replied matter-of-factly."Is he one of the workers in the plane?" I asked, seeking clarification."No, he is not," he replied."Now that's confusing," I said, furrowing my brow. "It simply means that, as far as he's not a registered person, he's the one targeting someone and getting killed in the process.""Yes, I thought as much," he agreed. "But then I couldn't grasp the fact that, even though he was killed in self-defense, why didn't he or she report the case to us?" he declared, his tone laced with puzzlement."Except the person is a slave," He added, the implication hanging in the air."Yeah, that's what I'm thinking, except the person is a slave," I added, Daisy's image flashing in my mind."Listen, and I repeat, listen carefully," I emphasized, my tone firm. "This case should die with those who know about it and not be investigated further
All hope seemed lost as I frantically thought of an explanation, with all eyes on me. I didn't want to attribute it to my period, nor did I want to reveal the truth. "I'm not surprised you're a useless, clumsy slave," Felix sneered. "Spilling red grape wine on yourself is childish." I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking I was safe. But then Mrs. Jordan, seated at an angle where she could see the stain, chimed in. "I don't think it's red grape wine," she declared, her words sending a jolt through me. "And if it is not that, it doesn't look like the right position for a period, even if it came unexpectedly, and it's a little stain," she added, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized the stain. At this point, I thought it wise to swallow my fear and explain myself and the events that had transpired. Just as the silence was about to become unbearable and I was about to confess, Felix intervened, unwittingly saving me from trouble. "It's the wine," Felix suggested, "I saw the way she
As I looked at the assassin, I barely heard him whisper "Betty" in pain. Water fell from his eyes, and his hand slipped from his bleeding wound. He died. A new wave of fear washed over me as I realized I had just killed someone. I shivered, staring at the blood on my hands. Panicked and trying to conceal what I had just done, I dragged the body and hid it. "Daisy, I can't believe you just killed someone," I whispered to myself, my hands shaking uncontrollably as fear consumed me. Yes, he was an assassin, and my actions could be justified as self-defense, but the weight of taking a life was crushing me. I stumbled to a nearby sink and began washing my hands with soap, desperately trying to scrub away the blood and the guilt. My hands trembled violently as I rinsed them, the fear of what I had done still overwhelming me. As I walked towards the exit, I started to clear the blockade, my mind racing with thought
"I told you, didn't I?" he yelled, his blade flashing in the light as he aimed it at me. I dodged it by sheer luck, my fear-fueled instincts taking over. But in my attempt to evade him, he grabbed my hair, and I felt a searing pain as he dragged me out. He pulled me across the jet floor until my back slammed against a dead end. "This time, you won't be able to dodge my attack," he yelled, pinning me to the it with one hand. I begged for my life, my voice trembling with fear. "Please don't kill me." He released his grip on my shoulder, his eyes roaming over my face. "The more I look at you, the more I find you beautiful and attractive," he said, his voice low and menacing. He began to toy with my loose hair, his fingers intertwining with the strands as he held the knife in his other hand. "It's such a pity that such a pretty thing will have to die," he added, his voice with sadistic sentiment. "Don't worry, since
Upon arrival, I swiftly completed my task and began heading back, only to be surprised by a man with a deep scar on his chin approaching me at an unusually slow pace.“Mr., you must have missed your way around,” I thought aloud, noticing that this place was designated for females. Instead of responding, he continued walking closer, his cold, calculating gaze fixed on me and I felt alarmed.He was a stranger, and the menacing look on his face made me wonder what he was after. I took a cautious step backward as he advanced, my fear escalating. “What do you want?” I asked, my voice laced with apprehension, as I continued to move backward.Instead of responding, his expression turned even more sinister, his eyes seeming to bore into mine with malicious intent. This unsettling standoff continued until my back hit a dead end, leaving me with nowhere to escape.He brandished a knife, and I was consumed by fear, thinking, "Is this how I'll
He walked over to where I was bending, bending down beside me to examine the hibiscus flowers. "It seems you've taken an interest in the hibiscus flowers I like," he observed. I nodded, keeping my response brief. "Yes." Drake's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze intense. "Look at me," he commanded, and I met his stare, my heart pounding in my chest. "It seems you're having a difficult time," he said, his voice low and concerned. I wondered if he was truly aware of the turmoil I was feeling or if he was just pretending to be oblivious. "Yes," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. Drake's response caught me off guard. "You should be," he said. I was taken aback, unsure if he was joking or serious. I scoffed inwardly, my mind racing with questions. Drake stood up, towering over me as he stared down, his eyes still locked onto mine. "A lion that chose to fight for a helpless lioness in the camp of enemies whose fate has been decided on since its existence, risks the chance of
This time, I leaned in, and planted a quick French kiss. Millie's face flushed with a deep blush. "Let's make out," she whispered, her voice husky. I raised an eyebrow, "Make out, as in a romantic kiss?" Millie's smile was sly, "Yes, and it could lead to other things." Her words were laced with suggestions, and I knew exactly what she meant. "I'm sure you need a woman to satisfy yourself," she continued, her voice low and seductive. "You don't have a girlfriend, to begin with." I thought back to why I had told Daisy to leave - I didn't want her exposed to this kind of conversation. Millie had always been flirtatious when we chatted, and she was usually the one to initiate our conversations. "Too bad for you that I have my mood under control. I'm not interested in a woman, my friend," I replied, winking at her as she smiled. "I can put you in the mood now," she said, sm
FLASHFORWARD"Get out of my way!" The enemy yelled, and I was forced to glance back. Fane lay dead in a pool of his own blood. Terrified, I started running faster. "Damn it," I muttered, "it's just a matter of time before he catches up with me." This cursed band on my hand was limiting my speed to human levels. I looked back to see he had almost caught up with me. I tried to increase my speed, but it was no use. "Just a little more," I urged myself, "and I'll be in Drake's Penthouse." Suddenly, he outran me, now standing in front of me. I attempted to dodge him, but he grabbed me, and I tried to break free, to no avail. "How about a little nap?" He sneered, his voice dripping with malice, as he brought a handkerchief close to my nose. I tried to dodge it, but it was futile. He used it to cover my nose, and before I knew it, I felt myself falling asleep, unwillingly, blacking out. The last thing I remembered was letting Drake's black card slip out of my hand. And then, everything went ...
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