Best Harems Novels & Stories

I ask, lazing around in my bed instead of reading the books that Harbin had left me. Then, I trail my fingers on Theo’s chest. He is still heaving after a powerful orgasm. He shifts his body towards me and interlaces his legs on mine. He places his hand on my back and pulls me closer to him so that my stomach is touching his hard one. “They did,” he answers. “Who is it?” “A servant of one of the harem women who is not successful to bear me a child.” I flinch, but instead, he traps me on his arms and legs. “Now that the harem building burned, where is your harem going to stay?”

“Ohhh…you just seem to be with everyone so far so I thought…” She cut me off, “That’s because I am into all of them.” I cocked my brows, “Excuse me?” She met my gaze and revealed, “I am into harems.” The stick in my hand nearly dropped. Did she just say harem? She wanted them all: Finn, Asher and Ronan? I glanced past her where Alpha Jude was sleeping at the base of a thick tree trunk. What if he heard her and told her father? “Ohh…someone is finally back!” She got up excitedly. “They found my pearl.”

He has a modern harem composed of a dozen women leaving in condominiums. Five years ago, he dismissed them all, but due to his longing for the only one he truly loves. He let Percy and Madame Hussein groom new set of bimbos for him. He bought six willing and beautiful Eurasian virgins resembling to Sarah, but none of them could replace her in his heart, and the warmth on bed she could bring to him. Then another four supermodels who serve as his partners in the different events he goes to, and two starlets who would entertain him and his business partners casually.

Ramah said slowly, raising her gaze. Jazell took a bite from the red apple in her lean fingers. "If you should worry about anyone trying to hurt you, then the person sitting in front of you should be your first target." "And that is why I ask again, what do you want from me? Ramah fixed her gaze on Jazell. "The harem is a battlefield; we make enemies…we try to eliminate our opponents. Most especially we make friends with people who we never expect to make friends with." Jazell said, taking another bite from the apple.

Not that it had worked before but maybe three was a charm. In the harem, everyone had their rooms but a communal bath and toilet. Both facilities were large, had running water hot and cold, and were diligently cleaned every other hour or so. As I rounded the corner to the baths, I tripped and fell skinning my knee. Rather I was tripped. Four harem women stood, glaring at me unrepentantly, I couldn't tell who had done it. I didn't even know their names. What could I have possibly done to warrant that?

The way he said it, like he had never heard such a word in his life, was too funny. “A reverse harem,” I repeated. “Okay, what does that mean? Is that like… when the girl has more than one boyfriend?” “Yes,” I said proudly. “It’s when the girl gets to have multiple guys. All for her.” He looked at me like I had just told him the sky was green. “Why would anyone want that?” I shrugged. “It’s fiction. But it’s fun.” He narrowed his eyes. “Is that the kind of stuff you read?”

Liora Darius takes me to a private luxury suite in a downtown hotel the following weekend. The room has dim lighting, a huge bed, and large mirrors on every wall. He pours me a glass of expensive wine and watches me drink it with intense hungry eyes. "Tonight I want to push your limits Liora," he says in his deep commanding voice. "I want to watch you get fucked by someone else while I control everything. I need to see how far you will go for me. Are you ready to be my good girl?"

I look at the offending magazine cover again. Damien Davenport and Elena Moretti. A Modern Love Story. My ass. They weren’t in love. Damien didn’t do love, he knew that, I knew that, everyone knew that. No one would believe he would change overnight... Most of the women in New York knew he didn’t do love, he did power, control and mind games. Damien liked a good game, he loved watching people sweat. He loved assessing his opponents, making them work their way just to have a conversation with him. In the business world Damien is known as a thousand tricks. He was always eleven steps ahead of everyone else.

She hands it over to me. “You are welcome. You can be rest assured and sleep well tonight. The only man allowed inside the harem is the king. You will get silk, charcoal, jewelry and dresses twice a month. There will be servants who do your chores too…” Gladys is saying when a woman approaches us. From her eyes, I can tell that is calculative and conniving

The harem is quiet. Too quiet.