Novel & Cerita Ash X Harem Fanfiction

"Exactly! You don't know what is going to happen in the future. You have come so far with this crush of 10 years. He has done things to you that you only daydreamed about. Men like these are a rare experience. Might as well make the most of it," "Ugh. I hate you so much. You are the worst person to talk to right now. You are enabling me to do everything I have been trying so hard to not even think about." I grumble as I hide under the covers. I wish I could just disappear. None of this is helping. "You know I am right," Xena says and I peek my head out. I yelp when I see Asher standing at the door, right behind Xena. He gives me a look and I feel my submissive side take over. A satisfied loo

Darina gasped and backed away again. "Don’t you ever dare touch me," she spat. He laughed. "Oh, your voice is as pretty as the rest of you. I’m not going to touch you now. I'm just getting a look at what will soon be mine." Darina narrowed her eyes. "Who are you?" He moved toward her again, and she stepped back until her body collided with the wall. "I’m Beta Ashar. But you can start calling me master," he sneered. "Soon, you’ll be part of my harem. Only five slaves so far, but after the war, there will be many more."

ash : shutup honey how can you show my room to him me : what do you mean by it if I don't show your room should I let him to stay in my room ash : what the hell honey me : don't blame me your face is showing all answers ash : enough honey me : ok ok say did he accepted your proposal ash : yeah he accepted my proposal me : wow let's party hansika : what's going on here me : our ash is not single anymore hansika : really me : yeah niha : so now I have two sister in laws

Alex would have this secret bit of fun with Ashly until he decided that he was happy enough with Jasmine as his future mate. Ashly escaped into the hotel room, leaving the two to greet each other; she couldn't face watching them make up and kiss right now. She knew it was stupid, but she'd started to have a little bit of hope for her and Alex's married life, but the arrival of Jasmine had just trampled on that, making her realize how stupid her hope had been. Had she really expected Alex to decide he wanted to forget about Jasmine and claim Ashly as his mate? She rubbed a hand through her hair, frustrated because a silly part of her had When Ashly felt the urge to cry, she quickly walked int

Suddenly, both Alarick and I hear a voice inside and all around us. ‘It’s okay, Alarick. My name is Asha, and I am your mate! I will not reject you,’ Alarick howls again, and I clutch my head in both hands. The pain is too much; I’ve never felt anything like it! ‘Both you and Orrin have nothing to fear, Alarick. Anja is stubborn, but Orrin is her mate, as much as you are mine, and she knows it.’ ‘You bitch!’ Alarick and Asha laugh inside my head at Anja’s annoyance. ‘Mind your damn business, Asha. You don’t speak for me!’

“Yours,” she gasped as she stared into Raziel’s shining blue eyes. “Mine.” “We’re yours,” he moaned as she rocked her hips slowly. “Forever yours.” She leaned over slightly and slid her lips over Lucian’s dick. “You like that?” Asher asked as he slid into Lucian’s ass. “Our wife sucking your dick while she rides Raze and Daemon’s dicks while I fuck your ass?” “Oh god,” Lucian moaned while Jasmine moaned on his cock.

I said angrily and hung up. Harem? "Pfttt! There is no way that could happen." I tried convincing myself. I couldn't take the image off my head. I thought about Charles pounding my pussy raw with Zac hitting my ass with his dick, and Audrey kissing my lips and fingering my clit, while Axel fucked her from behind.

In front of the entire school—every gossip, every bully, and every snob—Asher took my left hand, and Jax took my right. It was the "Reverse Harem" reveal heard 'round the world. "She’s with us," Asher said, his voice dropping into that dominant, protective register. "And anyone who has a problem with that," Jax added, his "Golden Boy" charm replaced by a cold, predatory stillness, "can take it up with the Vale estate and the New York board of directors."

I could feel it clearly—life draining out of my ravaged body. When she'd had her fill, she climbed off me, satisfied. Her well-manicured fingers picked up a piece of silver from the table, then dropped it onto my face with disgust. "Useless thing," she sneered. "Bones so brittle. Can't even take a little roughhousing." The door creaked open. Vince Benedict, the brothel's manager, waddled in with his massive gut leading the way. He pinched the silver coin between his thick fingers and blew on it. Then he gave my limp leg a hard kick with his black cloth boot.