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.
View More"Drake Snow," one of the cashier called out, her voice echoing in surprise as her colleague turned to look."What the heck?" the other Casher added, her expression a mixture of disbelief and intrigue."Don't tell me a mere slave has the right to spend from a black card," the first Casher declared, scanning me from head to toe."Will you please concentrate? I have other places to be," I shot back, my annoyance flaring."Enter the PIN," one of them insisted, still visibly surprised as she held the POS out to me.PIN? This concept was new to me, but then my memory kicked in—I recalled a four-digit number added to Drake's earlier message, which I thought was a mistake. I checked my iPad, input the code, and watched as the transaction continued."You must be a student of KJ College," one Casher remarked as she continued processing the pay
"I’m sorry," I declared, apologizing yet again, unsure if this was the reason he requested my presence. He suddenly stared at me, and I felt a chill creep down my spine. "You are so annoying," he declared, his voice cold and cutting. I hesitated, wanting to apologize again, but what if he was referring to my earlier apology? "You’ve suffered so much at Sarah's hands," he observed, pressing a button on a remote, illuminating our lecture room on the screen. So, he was monitoring the class from here—he wasn't as unserious as I once thought.I had been avoiding glancing at his body, but when he pulled on a shirt lying beside him, my resolve faltered. "I will inform all the lecturers that you are attending class to prevent any consequences for missing it," he said matter-of-factly. "Okay, sir," I replied, wondering why he was suddenly offering me assistance."Can you cook?" he asked abruptly, catching me off guard. "Yes," I hesitated before replying, unsure where this conversatio
Mr. Williams' POVI drove into the compound and immediately noticed a bodyguard standing by. "Is Sir Drake back?" I inquired. "Not yet," he replied curtly. "You can wait for him inside," he added, surprising me. "The Sir Drake I know would never say I should wait in his penthouse. He built this place for solitude. Asking me to come here is one thing, especially since the matter at hand warrants a meeting, but telling me to wait in his penthouse is out of character. He once called me here and I stood while he spoke," I thought, my eyebrows raising with skepticism. "Are you sure?" I pressed, maintaining my composure. "I just received instructions," he assured me. "What's the password?" I asked."I don't know," he admitted. "You must be kidding me," I retorted, already texting Sir Drake. Seconds later, he replied with a single name: "Daisy.""This is getting interesting and surprising," I mused, but I dared not question him about whether he had begun dating or something
"It seems as if you can't defeat the President's spoiled brat," I declared with a mocking tone. His anger flared, his annoyance palpable. "Three hundred and fifty million dollars," he growled, and the crowd gasped in disbelief. "You won," I announced. At that moment, it was evident that he wanted to keep pushing me to bid higher. The money was no problem for me; rather, I loathed the idea of being unknowingly controlled like a puppet.Rewind"You won," I declared. "What!" he yelled, his shock evident. "I thought you bid for that price," the auctioneer said, confused. "I can only imagine how you will be disposed of as the chairman, all to feed your weak ego," I shot back. "Damn you. How did you know? How do you know so much?" he seethed. I smirked inwardly; I have my ways. "I’ll be generous enough to buy your company when it goes bankrupt," I replied coolly as he stood, fuming, and stormed out. "I guess the winner for the watch is Mr. Drake. He secured the RDU watch for
Drake POVIt felt like an eternity waiting for Daisy to return as the sun began to dip below the horizon. Why was she taking so long? I rose from where I was and began my search, starting with my room. She wasn’t there, I wanted to check the bathroom section but I decided against it and proceed to check other rooms until I enter the last room that I found her sprawled out on the bed, her legs touching the ground.I move closer to her and I stared at her. No doubt she is beautiful as only a blind person will agree otherwise as she is currently a sleeping beauty.She is a slave, she should not be sleeping on my bed. I thought but just as I was about to wake her up. My ring tone broke my actions As I looked at the callers ID, my manager and I answered it“Good evening, Sir Drake,” he greeted cheerfully.I remained silent, waiting for him to get to the point. “So, how is your day without work going, sir?” he asked.“Boring,” I replied curtly.“Why don’t we spice things up with an event y
The door swung open, sending a shock through me. I wasn't sure what to make of this bizarre turn of events. Perhaps Drake wanted me to have easy access without disrupting him when I arrived. I found a lift and stairs, but this time I decided to take the lift. He had said to meet him in his penthouse, which I assumed was on the top floor. I took the lift, having learned from my previous experience with Liam that it would take me to the top. As the doors opened, I stepped out to find a sleek, black, and expensive-looking door. I opened it to find Drake standing with his back to me, staring out at the cityscape through the glass.The penthouse was a marvel, with a unique and expensive black design that extended from the interior to the exterior, accented with plenty of glass. It was a very high building, one that I had admired from afar before, but I had no idea it belonged to Drake.“Take care of the kitchen,” he ordered without even turning to face me.Part of me wanted to protest, but
“Daisy, I’ll be the unserious one in our group, which means you’ll be taking over the group leader position. You’ll mostly be the one visiting companies yourself, and I’ll provide financial support when you need it,” Drake concluded, clearly focused on the front of the classroom, while I sat there, trying to process everything. “What's going on?” I heard a male voice from behind me.“Why would he pick a slave as his team member, let alone make her the group leader?” Another voice chimed in.“If I'm the last one without a team, I'd rather take a carryover than partner with her,” someone else remarked.“Shut up. I would’ve teamed her up with one of you if Sir Drake hadn’t relieved her of that burden,” Mr. Oparah interjected. Silence followed his words as I could hear the shuffling of feet as group leaders moved to choose their partners. Sarah had returned to her seat, visibly humiliated.Eventually, the selection finished, and we transitioned to the day's lesson. “Now, let’s delve into
I was unable to concentrate during the lecture; my thoughts were a jumbled mess, especially with Sarah using me as her footstool. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the two-hour lecture ended—a fact that should have brought me relief. To my dismay, Sarah showed no intention of letting me stand up.Just then, a new lecturer stepped in, and the atmosphere shifted dramatically. Drake entered the room, causing an audible gasp to ripple through the class. My heart raced. Was Drake really in the Business Studies department? It made sense he was in batch A as well, given the department arrangement.“Drake.” “Sir Drake.”Our eyes met for a brief moment, but he didn’t say anything as he strode to his seat. “Everyone take your seats, and that includes you, Daisy,” Mr. Oparah, the vice-chancellor, instructed with authority, but why is he teaching?Sarah huffed as she reluctantly lowered her legs, clearly annoyed that her moment of dominance was coming to an end. "I suspect you didn't
"Will you stop or not?" The new man shouted, aiming his gun at the girl beside him.“Mum! I want ice cream...” Six-year-old Drake’s voice piped up just as both him and his mother arrived, oblivious to the chaos unfolding around them. The other customers in the restaurant had wisely scattered, leaving the scene eerily quiet."Please don't kill my daughter... just kill me instead!" Mr. Johnson begged, desperation lacing his words."We want you to reflect on your sins while you're still alive," the masked man insisted.Just as he was about to pull the trigger, young Drake suddenly leapt onto a table and launched a back kick that sent the man crashing into a glass display. The shattering sound echoed through the restaurant as Drake, despite his small stature, spoke the words with an intensity that belied his age. "I hate it when the weak try to act strong by picking on the weak!""Drake!" his mother yelled, suddenly realizing where her son had darted off to."Little rascal!" the man spat,
Location: WastelandDaisy POV."My mummy, why will they select me?" I said bitterly. "I already accepted the fact that we are locked in this worst part of the country with no good water and soil to farm to live a healthy life.""I put the blame on myself," She said. "I should have known better and informed you so as not to get the best result in high school.""It is not as if there is any work somewhere for the Whitewater pack. The only work we are privileged to get in the city is maid, gateman, servant, and other lowly work," she continued."Hope I informed you of the part that you will be traveling today," she finally added."What, mummy? Are you trying to push me to my death?" I asked, my voice shaking with fear.She sighed. "I know, but there is no way I can go against the order of the ruling pack of the country. I have even tried to see if I can switch you, but according to the principal of your school, your picture has already been sent."The sound of a vehicle could be heard ou...
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