Novel & Cerita Celebrity Harem

She really wanted to watch that commercial again. Logan and his perfect body were exactly the sort of mental break she needed. Especially considering that he was always offering that perfect body to her if she wanted it. "So I have with me here today one of the most popular heartthrobs of our time, and ladies, he's single to boot. Logan Star!" Seriously, why was Nakuni's tv programmed to all these celebrity channels? Why wouldn't he have some cooking shows or home shopping network type channels in here to give her heart a break? Then again, after eating his lunch she very much doubted he needed any cooking advice to begin with.

In chaste bands, the matrons of Elysium honored their new queen with songs before the newlywed goddesses went to their secluded room. Through the open windows, the breeze from the five rivers carried the sound of hissing waves dashed against the thirsty black shore. Inside the chamber, a bronze brazier burned away with its brilliant flames. The flower-scented space was finely lit like a dream. Their marriage bed was neatly made for them with red petals of roses laid beautifully. With genial and kindly fashion, Hades induced her young wife to sit on a soft cushioned seat beside herself.

How did she even meet someone like Matthieu? "The most eligible billionaire bachelor in the country reaches out to his worst enemy from highschool for a contract marriage for reasons no one knows. Is he trying to cover up a dark secret or does he just need a wife to birth him and heir?" He stared into space, his fingers spread out in the air like he was holding a newspaper. "That would look beautiful on the news, wouldn't it?" "Christopher and I are not in any form of contract marriage." I didn't care if he already knew about the contract, I wasn't going to admit to it.

But, instead of Carter, the text was from Pierce, and I knew it was him because no one else in the fifty states of America would send me links to articles with headlines like Myra and her harem, with me and the male cast members on the front, and ask rather cockily that I talk to the press about it, with the excuse that that type of label could ruin my image. I snorted loudly, I was the one who mentioned an harem. I clicked one of the articles and was immediately shown pictures of me being supported by Jace and Roberto and being led to Carter. I didn’t bother to read it, and exited, before typing out a messgae to this number. ‘If I remember correctly, YOU told me the the more attention you p

Anger, pure anger was written all over her face. "I'm not a slut, neither do I look like some possession from an Harem. I know my worth and I have my reasons for agreeing to have sex with you for two nights. I've endured the first night, but for tonight I won't be able to endure, a doggy style! Really? Do I really look like a sex object to you?" She barked out angrily. "I'm kind of shocked you know what an Harem is, have you ever been to one? No, I doubt that, but how do you know about Harems." I asked, raising my eyebrows up.

He heard names of some systems like wind system, air system, fire system, lighting system, strength system, and water system, some other systems. but he didn't recognize the name on the blue screen, it is new to him, not only to him probably to everyone on this planet. "The harem system," He read the letters on the screen. *Host detected* a voice rang out in his mind while he is looking at the name on the screen. Hostname: Alex Power level: Level 0 Harem list: None Skills: Love Charm Points: 0 A list of details appeared on the blue screen after the system's voice. To him, everything about this system is new, not like the usual systems he heard about.

"Nina, I admire your boldness, but selling nude and sex videos online will get you ostracized. You might make easy money without working hard, but you also have to be prepared for the risks awaiting you down the line: being shunned and looked down upon by those closest to you, being verbally harassed by strangers online who will constantly talk about their fantasies regarding your body, and—worst of all—attracting deranged fans who become obsessed with you. They’ll try to stalk you, send bizarre gifts, and threaten you with weapons or harassment." "Why are you only telling me this now?" "Because you should have known that without me having to tell you, right? You’ve surely heard about celebr

I nodded, slowly sipping the finest espresso I had ever had in my life. “Wyatt, I have chosen you to be part of my harem.” “I heard that part. I don't know what that means, but I did hear that part.” “It means a lot of things. It means I am asking you to be part of my family, my love, my life, for as long as you live. You will never need anything, never want for anything. You want a blonde? A brunette? Both? You got it. Just like this library. And more. You will never yearn for dig sites. You will never beg yourself to go back to study. It will all be right here, for you. It means that I will love you as my own, my darling sweet archaeologist.”

Darcy said. Damn, Noah thought, but Darcy was gorgeous with his dark hair, mauve eye color, and toned body. Girls must swoon over him, like the female employees swooning over Nicolas and Sebastian whenever the pair was around at the office. Of course, women drooled over Noah, too, as well as his brothers, but most of the time, Noah didn’t notice. His mind was always on Haru, after all. Nicolas said, “Darcy and Hayden, our other brother, runs the HG Game Inc. You’ve heard of it?”

I sit there and let the city breathe, a list forming in my head like a ledger of what must be undone. ⸻ Morning and Hale Corp smell the same: sharp coffee, sharper intentions. The front desk is a choreography of small tyrannies—names announced, security nods, the same faces who built a thousand small fates from boardroom deals. Harper finds me on the elevator, tablet already buzzing with the morning’s narrative. “You should see this,” she says, voice pitched between awe and duty. Across the screen the headlines bloom: THE POWER COUPLE WHO REVIVED FALLEN EMPIRES. A glossy photograph of Tristan Halenti and his wife, Liana Halenti, arms around each other, Elias between them, smiling as if the w