anakin frees slaves fanfic

Moved into Anakin before the events of episode one. Experimenting with the Force, waiting for Qui-Gon, earning what he can. Ahead of Coruscant and the dubious prospect of becoming a knight. The canon is not retroactively changed, but from the moment Anakin arrives on Coruscant, the plot, the sequence of events, changes completely. patreon.com/posts/109722393

Ye Xuan's Journey of Collecting Sex Slaves in Douluo.

In a galaxy far, far away, history was rewritten. Anakin was born on the hot sands of Tatooine, born to a mother he barely remembers, raised by another, trained by the dangers of the galaxy, and found by a master. Alternate Universe Anakin Skywalker.

Filthy Smut in Naruto, Enjoy

There had always been so many things I loved about the story of the Sith Inquisitor. The cleverness, the biting sarcasm, the triumphant story of rising from slave to Dark Councilor in a handful of years, of ritualized Sith Sorcery and, of course, of massive lightning storms. I had always imagined that, should I wake up one day in the world of Star Wars, I would be my favorite character in my favorite universe. Then I awoke, strapped to a table, a slave being tortured and twisted, body and soul, for the amusement and 'advancement' of my owner. I realized that the world I had seen had only been a fraction of it, only the parts that wouldn't fall afoul of Ratings and censorship laws. And I realized that the path to glory was not so easy as a game made it seem. Fine then. I have the advantage of foresight and a touch of Destiny. If I must become 'evil' to gain my freedom and to free the galaxy from its vicious cycle, let me be 'evil'. Or A massive Star Wars nerd ends up in the world of SWTOR pre-game as a slave and realizes that games really undersell things. **This story updates on the 20th of every month**

It was supposed to be another day of working as Watto demanded. Instead, he is swallowed by the sands and meets a wizard who calls himself a sorcerer and doesn't know who the Jedi are. Now, he has to make a choice.

Transmigrating into a universe filled with terrifying gods, mutants, and apocalyptic viruses is a nightmare for any ordinary person. But for the sole heir of the infamous Umbrella Corporation, the rules of survival are vastly different. Armed with a mutated system that grants the supreme inheritance of a demonic cultivation sect, he is ready to carve his own bloody path to immortality. Instead of relying on the native laws of this chaotic world, he chooses the forbidden route of the Blood Fiend. However, traditional demonic cultivation requires the slaughter of millions to harvest their life essence, a surefire way to draw the wrath of cosmic entities and righteous heroes. Fortunately, this twisted reality offers the perfect loophole: a hidden society of immortal vampires lurking in the shadows. Why commit mass atrocities when an endless supply of blood-sucking monsters can be harvested as renewable cultivation resources? Trapped in an underground hive and surrounded by treacherous executives and lethal vampire assassins, the young corporate overlord begins his grand harvest. By turning the apex predators of the night into his personal blood slaves, he will refine their tainted essence into pure power. The multiverse is about to witness the rise of a ruthless demonic sovereign who treats supernatural threats as mere livestock. Let the gods and heroes tremble, for the ultimate predator has just awakened in the boardroom.

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.

Three years of devotion. Three years of loving Julian with everything she had. Only to be framed for a divorce and personally sent to prison by him. "I didn't kill her," Evelyn begged. "I didn't kill the woman you love." "I don't believe you." Facing a death sentence with no one to turn to, Evelyn made the most desperate choice of her life — she threw herself at the one person Julian would never forgive. His younger brother. "Get me pregnant. Please. It's the only way I survive." Because pregnant women are not subject to the death penalty. By the time the truth surfaced and Julian realized the woman he destroyed was innocent, it was already too late. He dropped to his knees. "Eve, I was wrong. Give me one more chance." A hand caught his wrist before he could touch her. "She's already my wife, brother."

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?