Best Harems Novels & Stories

Flip to the right page. Next to me, Arlo squints at the chapter heading. "Why is it jumping sections?" "No idea." Hilbert moves through the material at an easy pace. The Twelve Thrones—most powerful Awakeners alive, led by Gaia, broadly lawful neutral as a collective. "Awakeners hold the legal right to multiple companions," Hilbert says. "But those of lawful good alignment tend toward monogamy by choice. One partner. A lifetime." Someone in the third row grins and leans back in their chair. "Professor, you're lawful good, right? Still no partner, are you holding out for the one?"

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Riley prompted. "I haven't really done anything that I didn't like," I started. "Though, to be fair, I haven't explored much in the bedroom. I know I am not a woman-on-woman kind of girl. And, I am not much into sharing. I am a bit of the jealous type, and I know that is something I have to personally work on. With that being said, I don't think it is fair for me to ask you all to be exclusive with me when you are all sharing me. So, if you want to have fun with another woman, all I ask is for open communication." Inside I was balking at the idea of having to share any of them. I was already feeling possessive over each of them. I could feel their tentative hope clinging onto each of them li

I happened to use a computer in the library right after Hazel, and when I saw the dirty things she had left on the g****e search history, I knew the perfect way to bait her ass. She was reading an article about “BDSM fantasies”, and right after, she seemed to have gone through a couple of gangbang clips with surprisingly rough and domineering acts. Learning that she was a dirty whore underneath all that neediness made me want her even more. So I set to work on creating a trap that she couldn’t resist. I created a website that matched people with others who have nasty fantasies, then I hacked into her phone and tweaked her algorithm so that the website would pop up on her search engine in the

Rather than get demoted after some time, it's better not to be promoted in the first place. Worse, he might kick me to the harem palace where I had initially been meant to live. His mother lived in the harem palace till her death. The luxurious harem palace was one of the most luxurious places in the imperial city, with more than thirty quarters, all with their own gardens, pavilions, and pools. It was the greatest battle field in the imperial city. However, when Richard was renovating his palace, he added a quarter for his future mate, intending for her to live with him instead of the harem. I must have gotten too complacent under his care that I forgot I was neither his mate, nor the real

“Are you scared of your own biggest competitor?” Yvette slammed her hand on the table. “Don't make us laugh! They are only second best!” “Exactly.” I crossed my arms as I tilted my head at her. “They are second… and you are the top-notcher.” I glance at Dante, who’s silent in his seat. Still, his eyes locked on mine. He’s thinking or maybe reading my mind. I wonder if he expected this from me. I admit NamOil Group is as big as the Marcellos Empire. Both are leading the oil production in the world.

All of those hundred wives and mistresses of his have Human Cultivation. Even three of them had already stepped on the late stage of that rank. They were all fierce warriors and combat veterans in their own right. These harsh lands had honed them well. He assumed that this was also the reason why Ezedius did not invite even a single wife in this celebration. The big three among his harem would definitely find ways to cause trouble when they get to see each other within this dining hall. Thus, it was suicide to attack the city mayor now.

I never knew the prelude to no s*x could make me hornier than hell. Brandon makes me feel desirable on crazy levels. Beautiful and powerful. I never imagined he would possess that sort of power over me and make me feel that way in a million years. Like I’m the single most perfect woman on the planet.

“This is between you and me.” “Which of them is the father?” he asks. “The truth, now. I’ll know if you lie.” I give him the truest answer there is. “All of them are the father.” “A harem?” He raises his eyebrows. “Haven’t you been a busy girl? Well, if you cooperate, I might let you keep one of them. Not to procreate with, of course—we’re still going to termiCassian that pregnancy, and we need to control who’s allowed to breed. But I see no issue with letting you keep one of them as a plaything. We have some cages on the other side of the property that we use for prisoners. You could keep him in there. Would you like to choose your favorite?”

he does that and Astrid tries to calm her racing heart again. "So I just come here and I am supposed not to care when I am not around? I know you are the king. I do know! But... No one wants to share their loved one..." Astrid covers her mouth, realizing what she just stayed. Loved... Loras stares at her, his face frozen in shock. "Hypothetically!" Astrid shouts and Loras laughs at her embarrassment. "Well, hypothetically, I don't think anyone can. This is why the harem is created the way it is. So no love can flourish. Favorites have wealth and status as long as they give up love. It has worked so for decades."