Future Harem Novels & Stories

Harah and Shawn were left behind in their Mansion because the children were on vacation with their Grandpa in Japan. Harah couldn't leave his Manufacturing Company because she's afraid of what might happen here if she's not present. Especially now that there are more and more competitors of the Akiyama Manufacturing Company that she inherited from his father. Harah found out that Aryah is only her half sister and that's why her father doesn't pay attention to her because Aryah is not a real child of his father and she is a child outside from her mother.

About Rick. Eli didn’t laugh. He didn’t interrupt. He just stared, wide-eyed, as if she were speaking in another language. When she finally fell silent, breathless, he whispered, “Ava… do you hear yourself? You’re saying… you’re saying you met you. From the future.” “Yes.” Her voice cracked. “I know it sounds insane. But it’s real. The letters are real.” Eli’s hands tightened on the chains of the swing. “Do you have them? The letters?”

“Hard not to, you have a way of… drawing attention.” I crossed my arms, suddenly hyperaware of the fact that I was still braless under my coat, silk clinging to damp skin. “Who are you?” “Julian.” He stepped forward into the light. “Julian Ward, Colleague of Dr. Lane’s. And…” his gaze dipped, lingering on my lips, “a man who now knows far too much about you.” The words punched the air from my lungs. “You work with Lane?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper.

I couldn't let him and Nina see each other, so I hurriedly ended the call. When I didn't answer him, he assumed I was still mad at him. So, he placed a jar of acacia honey beside me. "I flew all the way to Southlake to get this for you," he said. "Don't be mad anymore, okay? I heard it's good for your skin." I stared at the jar of honey, but ironically, all I tasted was bitterness. At the hospital earlier that day, Summer had held ten jars of that same honey in her arms, looking both surprised and delighted. "Malcolm, I only mentioned it once. You actually flew all the way there to buy these for me?"

5. Inheritance Whore Chapter One I signed the contract two days ago in my grandfather’s lawyer’s stuffy office. The paper was thick, the ink black and final. To get my inheritance—the billion-dollar trust fund that was supposed to be mine on my twenty-second birthday—I had to become their shared whore for one full month. My three cousins: Tristan, Louis, and Damien. The entitled, gorgeous bastards who’d always looked at me like I was something to devour. If I refused, the money went to charity. If I accepted, I belonged to them completely. Mouth, cunt, ass, every hole, every hour they wanted me. No limits. No safe words. Just raw, filthy use.

But he also saw the fire in my eyes, the way I shifted restlessly in my seat, the subtle way I pressed my thighs together when I thought he wasn’t looking. He didn’t say anything at first. He just watched me with that dark, conflicted gaze that always made my heart race. The next morning, over coffee in our kitchen, he finally spoke. “The Harem wants to expand again,” he said, his voice low and measured. “They’re introducing four new regular Daddies this week. All vetted. All powerful. They want a private party at the estate on Saturday. Eighteen men total. I’ll be there. Directing.

My in-game ID in "Galaxy Rim" was "Moonwalker," and I was the top-paying mage on the entire server. Half a month ago, my Alien-brand computer had been sent in for repairs, so I had borrowed Stacy's cheap laptop once. I never expected her to secretly save my password. Not only did she steal my account, but she also secretly saved my aesthetic social media photos that were only visible for three days, used them to present herself as a rich and beautiful girl, and started flirting with multiple players in the game at once.

Rhett was holding up a glass of juice, asking if she was thirsty. Me? Zane took my hand and led me onto the stage. Mr. Jordan took the microphone again. "Tonight isn't just a welcome home party for my son Zane." "It's also to officially introduce his fiancée—Freya Corleone, heiress of the family." "Save the date—eighth of next month. Drinks are on us." Thunderous applause. A wave of congratulations. From the food area came a sharp crash—a plate and a glass shattering at once, followed by a yelp as Daisy got splashed on the foot.

Vision overriding physical function. Future One intensifies: I see bodies burning. Hermetic Order harvesting organs. Professor Fell smiling. Mordaunt satisfied. Cormac dead too. Everyone dies. No survivors. Future Two intensifies: Callum standing over Cormac's corpse. Victorious. Then Parliamentary sniper kills him. Headshot. Instant death. Valentina screams. Charges. Gets cut down. Isla tries to help. Incinerated by dragon fire. Future Three intensifies: Prison cells. Hundreds of them. Every fighter from the battlefield. Imprisoned. Hermetic Order running experiments. Breeding programs. Hybrid creation. Using living bodies. Torture masked as science.

The harem is quiet. Too quiet.