Anakin Harem Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Although I was certain his father and Max were the same person, I still had to prove it. "It's nothing special. I was just a young woman who loved sex and didn't care if I had to have sex with a married man. Maybe that's why I'm being punished like I am now. But unfortunately, I don't regret it. I like the person I was, and I want to go back to being that person, even if it costs me a very high price: my reputation." *** Kyoto, Japan September 10, 2008 "Uh...oh..." I moaned loudly as Mr. Maxime and his friend, Mr. Don, pushed their dicks deeper into my pussy and ass.

Grandpa "Me too, you are sweet. It's not easy to see the person you love with someone else and be happy. You are not like others. You are very special." Ankit "I know that. I'm also very lucky because you are my grandparents." Ankit hugged his grandparents and wondered what would happen when they found out that he was a vampire. He hoped they would not get scared and accept him the way he was. Rehaan left the house for college. Kamini felt Rehaan would still try to talk to Maya, but then thought that Naina would keep an eye on Rehaan and stop him, as she had assured her one day she would make Naina the queen. Kamini said to herself, "Who doesn't want to be the queen? Now Naina would obey me

“I will not lie. I do not like Anya much. She is spoiled and arrogant. Not to mention violent. But this is a political marriage. When the nechist find out that Morena’s daughter has combined her powers with Kashchei, they will bow to their union undoubtedly.” Anya stuck out her tongue. “Like hell,” she muttered. Kashchei’s harem entered the palace, leaving a clear path to the woods. Anya fled to them, soon lost in a forest of blue and golds. “I do not care if I turn to dust,” Anya said, stubborn to her very death. “I will not stay here a second longer!”

Tattoos covering his neck. He claimed the spot on my other side, powerful thigh shoving mine open an inch, knee pressing insistent against lace, gaze burning into my soul as his callused fingers brushed my inner wrist. "Look at you, Darcie, owning this whole damn room like the queen you are," he rasped, voice deep thunder rumbling through me. "Pure fucking addiction, the kind that wrecked my control in college, had me on my knees begging for your screams. I'm ready to worship every dripping inch of you. Just say the word.”