Dead Mans Harem Novels & Stories

At that moment, the funeral home called. They said the body had been forcibly taken away, and the memorial hall had been destroyed. The coffin that should have contained Robert's body now held a dead dog, filthy and twisted out of shape. The wreaths in the memorial hall bore my father's name. The coffin itself had been covered in vulgar words written in red paint. Then Julian walked toward me leisurely with his arm around Vivian. When Vivian saw my phone, she smiled smugly. "Nathaniel Hayes, this is what happens when you go against me."

Damien hauled him up by the front of his hoodie and shoved him toward the bed. “Strip. Now.” Elias’s hands shook as he pulled off his hoodie and jeans. His body felt exposed under Damien’s hungry gaze, slim chest, narrow waist, the soft curve of his ass, his hard cock bobbing between his legs. Damien pushed him face-down onto the bed, yanking his hips up so his ass was presented. He spat on Elias’s hole and rubbed the head of his cock against it. “No condom,” Damien growled. “I’m going to fuck you raw. And when I cum inside you, you’re going to keep every drop.”

Their black identical coats draped over their huge forms with their dress shoes looking immaculate. Soft curls styled to perfection and multiple rings adorning their fingers. They all looked the same but in different ways. What caught my eye were the black-inked words craved into their knuckles on each of their right hands it didn't look like a sentimental thing and the design was what made it clear. It looked dangerous, hazardous even. смерть перед бесчестием (Death before dishonor) That was sketchy as fuck, sketchier than them kidnapping me but I knew that nobody could be trusted and I felt that the trio had their own skeletons hidden away in their closets along with demons to fight.

The specific hatred of a woman who had seen the full architecture, who had understood every layer of it, who had been inside it for months and had emerged from the dissolution with the filing intact, and who was lying in a sedative haze in a manor in Lancashire being chemically managed by a man who had done this before and would do it again if she did not find a way out. Perfect. Complete. Crystalline. And it burned through the pharmaceutical haze for one brief, clarifying moment, hot and clean and focused. In that moment, before the dark pulled me under, I hated Carlisle Brocandale with everything I had left. With the woman in the margin notes and the settlement letter against my hip and th

She kept on mumbling and muttering as though there was a never-ending stream of confessions she wanted to make. "Finn, let's not ever meet again in the next life. Find a nicer woman, one that's a million times better than me. I owe you this. In our next lives, I'll make it up to you…" I drifted before her, reaching out as though to stroke her hair. However, my fingers went through her body. Ah, yes. I had died five years ago. I could no longer touch anything or hold anyone.

And she's surprised when the lock suddenly opens in front of her. She saw an old book inside the vault. A dusty and black old book. Her curiosity becomes even stronger. She took the book and sit on the dusty chair. She opens the pages of the book and started to read its content. "Damien died because of her beloved woman who cheated him on their wedding day. Everyone thought that he really died but actually, he didn't die. He only falls into a deep sleep. And he will rise again once he can drink the blood of a young woman. A special person that has three different kinds of blood inside her body," she stops to read for a moment to catch her breath and then continue.

the desk sergeant squeaks. “Very much so, yes. She might be the only person who knows the location of Harper Ward, who has doubtless been kidnapped. Oh, and Miss Jasper was a kidnapping victim herself. If I find she’s been badgered or abused in any way, everyone in this station will be scrubbing my mansion floors with a toothbrush by the end of the week,” Damien growls. “I’ve seen his house in Architectural Digest. That’s a lot of floors,” Rafe adds, leaning on the counter.

“Will you have a harem and make her life miserable for being your fated mate? Or make her Luna?” Despite Damon's current uncertainty about Sera and his beguiling attraction for Lana, he strongly opposes the idea of having a harem. Though this practice is not frowned upon in their culture, he has witnessed what becomes of homes like that in the vampire kingdom, and even within his own Pack. “I have no interest in harems. As for Luna, it's a title with responsibilities, and it's not my priority at the moment. “ Ethan studies him for a moment before slowly nodding his head. “Well, you better keep it that way. She deserves it,”

As she watched him being driven away, she knew that this was just the beginning of a complex and dangerous dance, one that would test the limits of her professionalism, her desire, and her very soul. This was the fourth criminal she was fucking and she knew she wasn't stopping anytime soon. These criminals are so hot and she wasn't ready to let go. Note: if you want more of Camila, you can request for it and I might create a book for that purpose.

“In the last twenty years, seventeen men have died in Harem systems across our allied packs. All officially recorded as accidents or honourable duels.” Elder Marcus scoffed. “The Harem is a sacred institution. Death is part of its purification.” “Is it?” Sabrina turned to face him directly. “Or is death the result of a system that encourages cruelty and competition?”