Best Reverse Harem Series Novels & Stories

But they were both players, constantly breaking up and making up. Then I showed up—naive, trusting, easy to manipulate—the perfect catalyst to keep their toxic game alive. The thrill of betraying me right under my nose became their addiction. After our wedding, they only got bolder. That tonic I drank every day? Celeste was the one who sourced the special blend. And every time I lost a baby, she'd play the guilt-ridden sister, seeking "comfort" from Asher. Together, they kept pushing the line, getting their kicks from the deception.

she spat, touching her hair, then left giggling. Victoria’s eyes darkened at the lock. She stripped off the dress and returned to the bathtub, reaching for more soap. She closed her eyes, letting the warm water soothe her. … Bernard Harrigan sat in the hall, his expression grim. At twenty-five, he was tall, handsome, broad-shouldered, with a lean waist. The dream man of many young women. But his past was dark—his first wife had died under tragic circumstances tied to his cruelty and infidelity.

Upstairs on the second floor, the muffled sounds coming from the bedroom grated on my nerves. I pressed my fingers to my aching temples and took in the familiar sight of the house. Then it hit me—I was back! I was reborn! My gaze was locked on the bedroom upstairs, rage burning in my eyes. That shameless Sephine Fidel! She'd brought her side piece home and had me take the fall. In my past life, I'd forgotten a file at home. I'd jumped in a cab and returned home to grab it, only to walk in on my sister-in-law, Sephine Fidel, mid-affair.

I scramble to the stuff inside the drawer and find the antiseptic at the corner. "Here you go", I slam the tube on the dressing table instead of giving it to her. "Thank you", she takes it as my eyes catch a glance of her hand. Those henna applied hand look beautiful with red thick bangles. I can see my name written with the henna on her hand. It freaks me out whenever I realize that she is my wife now. I drove my eyes away and head back to the bed.

Salem moans, as he feels me cum around his cock. I moan in return as my nails dig into his skin. "Ready for more, love?" Levi asks, kneeling behind Salem. "I think so." Salem replies, as he stills within me. I watch as Levi sinks his cock into Salem, pressing Salem deeper inside of me at the same time, making all 3 of us moan in unison. "Oh, fuck!" Salem moans, overwhelmed with pleasure. Levi begins to thrust in and out of Salem which in return makes him rock against me as we all moan in pleasure.

At that instant, as she stood there watching her husband with another woman, she realized just how wrong she’d been playing, how she’d deviated from her revenge plans, how she’d let Caspian distract her mind and caused her to loose focus on the reason for her rebirth. She’d focused on her silly romance with Caspian and had forgotten the betrayal from her past life, the revenge plans that she had for Elle and Jason. She forgot everything including how badly they’d hurt her and how much she hated them to death. But it wasn’t too late, was it? It wasn’t too late to correct everything and make sure that her enemies pay for their crimes against her. Perhaps it was time to complete her Rebirth in

She was but a stranger. And it wasn’t like she wanted to do that either. She wanted to keep as much distance between them, remembering his harsh words that were almost like a threat now. He could have returned her. He could have kicked her out last night, but instead, he’d placed her in his harem. Maybe it was because his libido and his carnal desire were too strong for his tiny little brain. It would be the first or the last time a man was lead by his penis. Now, what he said last night felt more like a threat.

Instead, I nodded along with every point she made, agreeing with each one wholeheartedly. “I have a few I can give you to read. Have you ever heard of a Reverse Harem?” I wasn’t sure I’d ever see someone’s face contort into pure happiness the way Delaney’s did as I explained what a Reverse Harem was. This time, the whisper slipping past her lips wasn’t for show. She asked for more details, and even went as far as whipping out her phone to order a few. As class began and the professor hobbled in, his snowy hair slicked across a balding head, the room descended into silence.

Suddenly he was on his back and I was straddling him, settled squarely over the hard ridge straining against his pants. My heart hammered as I looked down at the man who had always seemed completely untouchable, now pinned beneath me. Zachary Simon stared up at me as if I were the only person in the room. My hips moved on their own, rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent shivers racing down my spine and made his entire body go taut beneath me. “Isah…” His voice came out rougher than before, and the sound pulled another shiver through me. “Perfect,” I whispered, half in awe. My hands slid over the hard planes of his chest while I ground against him, savoring every delicious friction m

Whatever was on here had to be really bloody important. Any other person would let it be but the more it rejected me.. the more I wanted to get in. I stared at the screen. The archive is somehow connected to anthonia. At least, that's what I had managed to establish. And if I was right, there was more sitting behind that firewall than a few old projects or casual people stuff. Her identity, whatever the fuck she was doing needing such firewalls and maybe even the reason she came back to Italy. I cracked my knuckles. “Who the hell are you, Anthonia?”