Dark Romance Reverse Harem Books Novels & Stories

“I….I saw you…last night. With…in Daniel’s room.” Uncle Oliver started laughing uncontrollably. I don’t know what he found so funny. “Oh my, I thought I saw the door open.” “Why are you laughing? You were cheating, or…she was cheating, on your brother.” Oliver laughed again, “Oh, Sarah. It’s not what you think. Daniel and Suzanne have a different kind of marriage than most. You see, they only consider penetration as sex. So, what you saw me and her doing, well, that was with Daniels’ consent.”

“Goddess, why can’t men fuck like this in real life?” I peeked down at the cover and recognized the book as one of the Reverse Harem’s I’d given her. This particular one was about a coven of dragon shifters—as if that wasn’t the most fantastical thing I’d ever heard of. “You haven’t been with anyone like that?” “Oh, heaven’s no.” She scoffed, fanning herself with a manicured hand. “The most I’ve ever gotten from the men around here was some dirty talk and a smack or two on the ass. This—this feral, unhinged sex is exactly what I need.”

Countless shelves lined with weathered books and scrolls stretched into the distance, promising untold secrets and forgotten wisdom. They made their way through the labyrinthine aisles, their eyes scanning the titles and searching for any mention of Lycans or black magic. Dust danced in the rays of sunlight that filtered through stained glass windows, lending an ethereal quality to their journey. Finally, they discovered a section dedicated to ancient legends and forbidden knowledge. The books here were wrapped in worn leather, their pages delicate and yellowed with age. Rey's fingers traced the spines until they settled upon a tome titled "The Chronicles of Shadows: Unveiling the Secrets of

“You know my new weapon?” “Oh, I know him all too well,” Direken replies, a dangerous smirk twisting his mouth. “He once belonged to my kingdom, but he defected to that hedonistic kingdom of Altinna. He’s part of the princess’s disgusting harem.” I should have seen this coming, should have realized that Direken would have shown up here. I curse the holes in my Sight, my arrogance in thinking Direken would go back to Ambrosia. I should have anticipated his alliance with the Oceanans.

“I saw the way you recognized the vampire who attacked us.” “That man is a vampire banished from the clans,” Aris said seriously. “He rules the darkness in heinous ways and belongs to the Anarkhia Order.” “There is something else,” I said, seeing the guilt in Aris' eyes as he looked at Nadine. “That man is my twin sister's mate,” Aris said. “She's an anarchist.”

was the last thing she said before harshly slamming the door behind her, “If you have any shred or respect for me, don’t come anywhere near me tonight.” Exhausted with all the lies and guilt, I sunk to the bed with a heavy heart. After aimlessly flipping through the pages of a marriage counseling book Ashley had forced on me when we moved in, I drifted asleep. “No!” I yelled in horror as I jolted awake, drenched in a pool of my own sweat and shuddering from the unsettling panic in the pit of my stomach. I looked down at my wrists only to see it bleeding, and before I could tap into my healing abilities, I felt an excruciating pain through the mate bond.

Even if it was a pleasurable occurrence for Cassandra of the past, they've come to realise how wrong it was in a third person's perspective. Falling in love with five people at the same time was tedious. All five falling in love with one girl was like a fairytale. To prevent from heartaches and heart breaks, this reverse harem was hence deemed Forbidden. The Forbidden Reverse Harem shall not continue.

The bedroom was a sanctuary of warmth and shadow, the dancing flames of scattered candles creating an intimate cocoon against the darkness beyond our windows. I curled deeper into the oversized armchair, my body heavy with exhaustion but my mind still racing from the night's events. The scent of pine and leather mingled with the familiar musk of my mates, grounding me even as memories of Lexa's fear echoed through our bond.

“I’m sorry, but it’s true. Men think wiggling their eyebrows at us or doing what you were doing is sexy, but really, it isn’t, especially when you’re dressed like that.” I shrug and slump on the bed next to her. “I just thought it was romantic, you know?” She leans over to the side of the bed and pulls out a romance book from under the pillow. “Use this. It’s the best manual for what girls really like.” I take the book and study the cover. A man is kissing the neck of a woman whose blouse is slightly off her shoulder. “Blah,” I say and toss the book to the side. I actually think I’ve read it before.

I turned to look at him with confusion. “Reject them? What the fuck will that do, you could still eventually leave me for them. Cassie told me your heart aches to be with them, how could you fight against that?” He sat up immediately and snapped in anger as he began to yell, “Fuck what Cassie told you! Did Cassie not tell you that I had a plan? My heart will never ache for anyone else, Freya. If a werewolf rejects their mate, the bond instantly rips apart at the seams. It is dangerous and excruciatingly painful, but once it passes the mate bond is broken forever.”