Best Reverse Harem Novels & Stories

It was common knowledge that the chairman of Prosperous Group had two children who had spent their lives abroad, and the heir to the family was due to return home this year to take over the family business. It was a strange coincidence that Calvin, who had been living in my house, was not only close in age to my brother but also shared the same last name as my father. In order to preserve his fragile ego, Calvin stopped explaining whenever people found out he lived in Latham Manor, the largest residence available in Silkenbrook. He had grown so accustomed to the perks of being the heir to the Latham family that he eventually started spinning lies so grand that he even started believing them

“You must override all the wards so we can get through.” Hakan raised an eyebrow at Biel's command, but mostly it was a sign of astonishment. It was easy to see how the gears in his head worked so quickly to calculate the risk of returning to my mate's faithful disciples. At another time I would have laughed at that. Hakan raised his hands and created a rune that turned everything black and in a couple of seconds, a purple smoke began to rise from the stairs. I coughed loudly as I felt the magical density increase in the air.

"What's reverse harem?" "Many men sharing a single woman, instead of one man having many wives and concubines. It kind of negates the biological and physiological deficiencies of male reproduction." "Hence why lesbianism is preferable to women than heterosexuality," Brianna stated matter of factly. "If you don't love cock, Mistress," Marcia stated, just as certainly. "And these romance novels were the only source of your understanding of dominance/submission and sex slavery?" Sam asked. "I read one Gor novel, too, which really isn't a romance novel."

"Hahiiiinn! Aaah, Aaaaaahh, Aaaaaaahhh, Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!" "You looking really disheveled right now is really the highest" "Allan-sama is really unkinnnnd. You are really enjoying bullying meeee!" "I cannot win over your strict side normally you see, so allow me to win over this side on the bed this time" "Ffuaaaaaaaaahh! It feels greaaat! I'm feeling too much to resiiiiisssst!"

The Pack's Triquetra is Book 2 of the Series, which begins with The Pack's Secret Keeper. **Trigger warnings for this book: this is a dark romance werewolf story containing gaslighting, dub-con, assault, rape, violence, bondage, in a Reverse Harem scenario, involving bxg and bxb group sex scenes. ** Havermouth, Eight Years Before Heath’s mother was crying.

She finally gained her wit after a couple of cars passed by the road. “Oh, that…” She suddenly let out a chuckle. “You can say that I have uhm, picked strange people as my servants. But…” She pulled out her right hand, showcasing a beautiful henna that was drawn with dark red ink and has the length between the back of her hand until the lower ¼ of her forearm. The mesmerizing design was completed with a simple jewelry to make the hand less crowded.

He might be bad but she was really enjoying herself regardless. "You can get married in here? That's weird. Wait, what does that do for you?" Trisha shrugged. "You can teleport to each other, well summon each other, but you also get an experience boost as well as extra attack and defense bonuses when you're both in the same party." "Why aren't we married?" Kanda demanded. "I want those bonuses!" Trisha laughed at him. "That's expensive, and my money is being saved up for a pet cabbit. If you want to go get married to someone, you save up the money for it. I'm not giving you any of mine."

he repeated, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly baritone that sent a shiver straight down my spine. ​Before I could breathe, he closed the distance between us. His massive frame crowded me, backing me up until the edge of the marble counter bit into my waist. He didn't ask for permission. He reached out, his large, heavy hand clamping firmly onto my hip, pulling me flush against his solid chest. ​"Let's get one thing straight, Raya," Xavier whispered, his face inches from mine, his grip tightening possessively. "You're my wife on paper, yes. But you haven't done any wifely duties."

Jack cursed, burying his face in her neck as he started moving — hard, deep strokes that made her entire soft body jiggle. “Feel that?” he growled between thrusts. “This is what you deserve. A man who knows exactly how perfect these curves are. These tits.” He yanked her blouse open, sucking one dark nipple into his mouth. “This belly. These thighs that could crush a weaker man.” He pounded harder, the desk creaking beneath them. “You’re going to come on my cock, Sora. And then you’re going to let me take you home and do it all over again.” Sora was lost. The grief, the guilt, the years of shame — they all burned away in the heat of his obsession. She came again, harder this time, nails digg