Dream Harem

“You look so hot with my brother’s cock down your throat,” Alex whispered darkly before pushing himself into my throbbing core. I moaned around Logan’s dick with his hand wrapped around my hair as my head bobbled up and down, taking all of him into my mouth. Across the room, Blake was watching us with a dark and heated expression, the evidence of his desire in the huge tent in his trousers. ******* Scarlett’s life took a drastic turn when she had to move in with her mother’s new family. She never expects to be caught up with her new step-brothers, especially when they're cold and callous to her and treat her like filth until in a twist of events, they realize that they’re all mated to her and would do anything to claim her, including becoming sworn enemies. ***** This is a reverse harem werewolf story and that means the Female lead will end up with more than one partner. This is also a dark-themed romance story where the leads pursue the FL in dark and unconventional ways.

À l’internat, Michel et Chambaire tombent amoureux. Un amour innocent… mais pas pour tout le monde. Très vite, leur relation attire les regards, puis les accusations. Pourquoi leur histoire dérange-t-elle autant ? Pourquoi sont-ils les seuls visés ? Entre humiliation publique, pression familiale et manipulation silencieuse, Chambaire découvre que l’amour peut être plus dangereux qu’elle ne l’imaginait. Et parfois, ce ne sont pas les sentiments qui détruisent une histoire… mais ceux qui veulent la contrôler.

Stella, 19 ans, vivant avec ses parents. Dans les études tout se passent bien jusqu’à ce qu’un jour vienne l’agresser

They can’t leave. She can’t escape. Desire was never supposed to be the key. When Elarys bleeds on ancient stone, she doesn’t just open a door—she awakens a prison. Now she’s trapped inside with four cursed beings bound to the ruin… and to her. A starving vampire who aches for her blood… and her surrender. A wolf who guards her like prey he hasn’t yet claimed. An arrogant fae who would wrap her in vines and ruin. A hollow one who watches her every breath. They were never supposed to want her. She was never supposed to love them. But the prison is changing. It responds to touch, trust, and tension. And as the curse unravels, so does the truth: the only way out is through desire. Through them. Bound to Ruin is a dark, sensual, slow-burn, reverse harem monster romance featuring possessive supernatural beings, forced proximity, and one mortal girl at the center of it all. Contains graphic content, obsession, blood, and monsters who don’t know how to be gentle—but learn, for her.

BLURB In a desperate attempt to break the curse of mate-less wolves, Lorenzo Mano strikes a dangerous bargain with the moon goddess. But a single misstep in his request dooms his three sons to a shared, fated mate, one they can’t resist but were never prepared to claim. She’s the daughter of their sworn enemy, a woman caught between the primal pull of her wolves and the impossible situation they all face. As tensions rise and secrets unravel, their fiery connection sparks chaos, passion, and unexpected alliances. Three strong-willed brothers. One irresistible mate. And a curse that could destroy them all. The moon goddess blessed them with a beautiful mate, but while they continued with their existing struggles, an undeniable pull led them to explore the fiery, human gift she had bestowed. As their bond grows, they begin to unravel the secrets behind their fateful and dangerous encounter, an encounter that might either heal their fractured world or doom them forever. Will they find out the truth behind their irresistible pull towards Camilla? Will they eventually break the curse and the calamity that had befell them. Find out more in this intoxicating Reverse Harem book.

Albert Roosevelt was the crush I was never meant to have. Like an idiot, I believed loving someone meant giving them everything, even if they didn't care about you. So, I trailed after him like a desperate puppy, bending over backward to meet his every whim. When he couldn't afford tuition, I begged Dad to fund him, sending him to the best schools. When his worn-out clothes made him a laughingstock, I pitied him and showered him with designer labels. And what did he do? He used what I gave him to chase after a gold-digging campus belle. To keep up appearances, he blew through money like it grew on trees. He even spread rumors that he was the real heir to the Roosevelts. To him, I was just an ATM. "Your family's loaded. It's not like you'll miss a few hundred grand. If you're gonna be stingy, maybe you should stop following me around," he said when his wallet ran dry. And like a fool, I believed that if I kept paying, someday, he'd love me back. After graduation, I funded his startup. The second it took off, he married the campus belle. He had the nerve to claim he earned everything through nothing but hard work. So, I crashed his wedding, and he buried a knife in my chest. "Only when you're dead, Eve Roosevelt. Only then will my pathetic past stay buried." When I opened my eyes again, I was face-to-face with a scowling Albert. "You can't scrape together a few hundred thousand dollars? It's Bianca's birthday. Are you trying to humiliate me?" I looked around the room and rolled my eyes. "Sure, I'll pay. But first? Kneel. You look pretty enough. Consider it charity, peasant."

I asked my husband for a divorce during the most difficult year of his life. Everyone condemned me, calling me heartless, but I still forced him to sign the divorce papers. Later, he overcame his struggles and rose to become a powerful CEO. I avoided him for two years, believing I’d never cross paths with him again—until he caught me at my most wretched. His eyes brimmed with hatred as he stared at me. In front of everyone, he humiliated me and relentlessly forced me to down a bottle of vodka. I vomited uncontrollably, blood gushing from my mouth in thick streams. He mocked me, telling me it was the retribution I deserved for betraying him. I didn’t argue. I let him torment me. After all, I was already dying. If that made him content, so be it.

"Dr. Shaw! Ms. Sherwood has suffered a massive hemorrhage due to complications from childbirth! She has fallen into a coma and needs an emergency blood transfusion!" "Dr. Shaw! Ms. Lunsford is vomiting from anemia! She needs a blood transfusion immediately!" "Dr. Shaw! The blood bank just declared an emergency! We only have enough blood to save one of the patients right now!" Eugene Shaw stares broodingly at the pale and motionless Lilian Sherwood. Slowly, his hands clench into fists. "Stop all treatment for Ms. Sherwood! Have all the remaining blood in the blood bank transfused to Aurelie!" Lilian curls up in pain. Her mind is blank, but she hangs on to Eugene's every word. She hears him choose Aurelie Lunsford. Her pupils suddenly dilate as the doctor next to her sobs anxiously. "But Dr. Shaw, Ms. Sherwood's condition is more critical than Ms. Lunsford's! She should be your priority, especially since she's carrying your child!" Eugene turns, eyes slightly bloodshot, "She's a medical professional! Saving lives is her duty. I believe she would've made the same choice." Lilian is in disbelief. Tears spill from her eyes, bitter and mocking. Eugene makes his selfishness sound so noble. She regrets everything. If given another chance, she will definitely leave him at all costs! She draws her last despairing breath, and her hand droops limply. Eugene kneels before her hospital bed in panic, tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Lilian. I have no choice but to save her!"

She. Is. Mine. From the moment our souls collided, my heart belonged to her. Mia Kincaid's fate was sealed to me in blood to end a fued that had my parents murdered. I wanted to ruin her, but my heart wouldn't allow it after she lost everyone she loved under my roof and protection. Now, I want nothing more than to own her. Body, soul, heart, and every defiant breath she takes. I. Want. To. Hate. Him. But my heart won't allow it. Quenten Yilmaz took me to spare my brothers life. I thought he wanted to ruin and humiliate me, but things changed between us when I was left fighting for my life. He refuses to leave my side and insists on trying to help mend my broken heart. The worst part? It might be the only way for me to survive.

After the plane crash, my body was never recovered. My soul drifted back to the home I hadn't stepped foot in for five years. They didn't know I was dead. They were still waiting for me to come home for Christmas. When my mom got the call from the airline, she froze for a long time, completely at a loss, before breaking down in tears. I followed them as they went to the memorial crash site. That was when I noticed something strange—I could see their levels of regret hovering above their heads. My brother's regret level read: 40%. My father's showed: 60%. Even my sister-in-law had 30% over her head. But my mother's regret level? It flashed a cold, unchanging 0%.