Give The Harem To The Villainess Novels & Stories

The comb disappears into the dark below, toward the shimmering veil of the Forbidden Zone. I realise, with a calm that does not belong to a dying woman, that I will follow it. Liam tilts my face up to his. He does this gently, with one hand, the way you tilt a lover's face to kiss her. His blue-and-purple scales are flecked now with my blood. His silver-tipped fins catch the last of the twilight the way the comb did. He is beautiful. He has always been beautiful. I hate him with a depth I did not know I had, because I am, or I have been, a queen who kneels in the market to sing babies to sleep and who has been told all seven months of her reign that she is too soft for this throne.

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

Harem howled and howled horribly like a wild beast; he moved towards his attackers to tear and slaughter them all. Azura looked at Alice lying on the floor panting, but she didn't feel pity for Alice's evil deeds. Azura, without hesitation, directly cut Alice's neck. She also forced herself to become a villain because of the people she loved. If she didn't kill Alice today, one day, Alice would kill her, even her children. "Alice, go..to...hell."

“He’s delusional. The north isn’t some chessboard for him to play on.” I stay silent, my eyes narrowing as I listen to Marcellus go on. He starts to pace the room now. “We’ll need allies,” he says, stopping at the head of the table. “The other mafia leaders will want in on this, but we’ll make sure they know who’s in charge. The alliance isn’t about power sharing; it’s about domination.” “Domination?” I mutter, a small smirk pulling at the corner of my mouth. “He thinks he’s got the game figured out.”

" I appreciated her words, I don't know why, but talking to that woman changed something inside me, and something occurred to me. I want a harem for myself and I will have it...

"Are you alright? You had the strangest expression just now." "I'm perfect," Aria said, smiling genuinely for the first time in months. "I just figured out where I belong." "Where?" "Here. Fighting alongside Prince Elian and Lord Cassian. Building something better than what we've been told to accept." She looked at Helena. "Want to join us?" Helena bit her lip, clearly torn between tradition and possibility. Then, with a decisive nod: "Yes. I do." [ALLY RECRUITED: Helena of House Whitmore]

in a manner that appeared sweet and gentle, but the way he stares at me gives me the chills. "I never even asked for it in the first place, host" "Cee, just call me that name" "Now, you're making me know a part of your information, so surreal, host" Saying, "Well, if you want me to be part of your harem just call me by that name----" "Who says I'm having a harem?" “I'm sorry, but I thought you heard what Auster said to me a while back.”

She said, cunningly. I raised an eyebrow, doubtfully. I didn't trust her. "Friends? What kind of friends?" I asked, sharply out of curiosity. She laughed, scornfully. She leaned closer to me and whispered in my ear. "The kind of friends who share his bed... The kind of friends who are in his harem." She said, proudly. I felt a surge of anger and disgust. Alpha James had a harem. I wondered if that was the reason miss Jasmine cheated like his father said. I mulled deeply for a few seconds then quickly hid my emotions with a poker face.

“But don’t think he won’t try to seduce you.” She cleared her throat and fussed with the veggie tray. “I should warn you, when a man sleeps with a woman it’s the same as marriage here. A Haunt can mate only once, and once the body fluids mix…” She raised her hands in defeat. “Like it or not, you bed him, you wed him.” Andrea squinted in confusion. “And how many wives does he have?” The thought of joining a harem repulsed her, not that it would come to that. She’d geld him first.

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.”