Ash X Harem Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Nial’s calm, deliberate movements grounded me even as Arsen whispered words that made my chest ache and burn. I buried my face into Nikolai’s chest, shivering, trembling, laughing softly through tears I hadn’t realized I’d been holding back. Nadei traced lazy, teasing lines along my thighs, fingers gliding over sensitive skin, making shivers race through me. Nial held my hand, grounding me, lips brushing my ear, murmuring soft, husky words that made me tremble. Arsen pressed his lips to my hair, whispering rough, possessive confessions: “You’re ours. Always.”

“I could crawl into the mind of anyone I feel like, just as I did you, but I'm limited to yours, though.” “Thank goodness,” She said with a long sigh, “Well,” She continued, “The first time you got into my mind, it was horrifying…I don't want to talk about that else my view of you will change.” My eyes narrowed, “You mean when I came to you in the form of ash?” “Yeah, that one. How did you pull that up?” She asked,d flinging her hands in the air; she winced a little, bringing her arm down slowly. “The injected area still burns.”

Future Third Person’s POV In the three days that they were cut off from the outside world, Asha and Samel completed the marking, and their bodies would exude each other’s scents from the physical and astral form. The memories of the past three days burned Asha’s cheeks, and she could not help but to bury her face on the soft bedding of the bed while savoring the sweetness and passion that she shared with Samel.

ASHLEY had the weirdest dream last night. She had entered her room tired and exhausted after her failed attempt to ruin Thomas and Maris wedding, only to find Aiden laying naked on her bed. They made love...and man it was good! After a passionate session of lovemaking, Aiden had slipped out of her bed to prepare breakfast for her. Wasn't he the sweetest gentleman?

Xavier said and winked at him. "It' is not what you are thinking. I just want to talk with her." "Okay okay. She is your mate. You don't have to explain anything to me. I am leaving now. I don't want to be the third wheel between you two." Xavier walked ahead and went back to the Eastern palace. He met Ashar in the Gallery. He stopped. "What are you doing here, Ashar?" Ashar looked at the moon and the forest. He was hearing their howls when he came here but what he saw amazed his mind.

NOTE : THIS CHAPTER CONSIST OF EXPOSED EROTIC S*X STUFF AND SCENE, PLEASE KINDLY SKIP IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE SCENE OF IVY AND DAMON TOGETHER. STRICTLY~ RATED 🔞🔞 I REPEAT , SKIP IF YOU ARE A MINOR OR FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT, PLEASE ‼️‼️ Her hand was still on his shaft so Damon started guiding it to move up and down , stroking his d**k through his pants.

And who was the other half stuck with? “Who’s the other idiot?” she asked, her voice tight, like it might snap. Roman’s mouth quirked, not quite grinning. “That’d be me.” It landed like a fist to her gut. She stared at him—this smooth-talking climber who’d kissed Dorian’s boots while she’d scraped by on cheap noodles and cheaper dreams. Fury flared, hot and ugly, but before she could tell him to choke on it, a black Rolls-Royce purred up the path, sleek as sin. The window rolled down, and there she was—Vivienne Ashford, Dorian’s widow, Sienna’s stepmother, blonde hair piled up like royalty, wrapped in fur despite the wet.

“What is?” “That you know my name. Everyone here knows my name. But I don’t know yours.” “Desperate, are we?” She’s right. And fuck if that doesn’t get under my skin more than it should. I want it—the intimacy of it, the claim. My grin turns sharper. “Always. Fix it, sweetheart. What do I call you when I take you home?” “When?” Her eyes flash, a flicker of heat across her face before she reins it in. She licks her lower lip, as if testing how far she can go. “Ash,” she whispers, her lips curling at the edge. “You can call me Ash.”

He suddenly got to his feet and shoved me aside. "Don't ever enter my study again! You're not allowed to touch a single thing here!" Vernon had been furious. But as soon as he turned back to the rosary beads, his eyes were filled with endless tenderness. Vernon had shoved me to the floor. As I looked up at him, I accidentally saw the name "Peggy" carved on the rosary beads. I recalled my relationship with Vernon for the past six years. There was barely any physical intimacy between us.