Harem Fanfic Novels & Stories

I got up on my feet, walking towards the brunette, taking her from the back as she moaned in surprise; she hadn't seen me coming. “Ladies, I want y'all to kiss each other,” I ordered, and they nodded, doing exactly what I asked. This was exactly how I liked my harem: exotic and wild. My only way of dealing with grief and stress. I pulled out of her to watch the ladies. “You ladies are quite the distraction, brightening my day. I love the spirit; I wish every maiden were like this,” I muttered underneath my breath. As I spanked their asses, I sat and leaned my back against the couch as I began to rub my cock, watching them in pleasure. It was twisted, but then I liked it this way.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

She tried to smile but seemed like she was failing miserably. “You don’t need to smile. You’re allowed to feel your feelings, baby.” I told her, stroking her hair. I’ve never seen her not pregnant and she was a complete goddess. Whoever upset her was a fool. “Why do my mates and I keep messing up in this relationship?” She cried. I could read her mind so I knew what she was talking about. She’s been kissing on a vampire and there was drama with a couple of the men in her harem.

The plot started off with the heroine, the daughter of a baron, entering the middle school division of Diamond Academy. In the beginning, the heroine was registered as a light magic user and was hinted to be a member of some type of rare ancient race. Of course, the story wouldn't be a reverse harem without extremely attractive guys who all fell in love with the heroine. Upon entering the school, the heroine encountered the male lead for the first time in a very cliché scene, creating a budding affection that slowly bloomed into romance.

Tattoos covering his neck. He claimed the spot on my other side, powerful thigh shoving mine open an inch, knee pressing insistent against lace, gaze burning into my soul as his callused fingers brushed my inner wrist. "Look at you, Darcie, owning this whole damn room like the queen you are," he rasped, voice deep thunder rumbling through me. "Pure fucking addiction, the kind that wrecked my control in college, had me on my knees begging for your screams. I'm ready to worship every dripping inch of you. Just say the word.”

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.”

Perhaps Armant would escape her wrath only because he was such an asset to the realm, but her mother would argue that the rest of the men, like most men, were easily replaceable. Rarely did she let her mind wander to Eli, but she did at the moment, thinking about how it had felt to stand between his legs. She had aroused him; she could feel it on her hip. Sometimes she wondered if her feelings for him were purely one sided. Other times, she thought perhaps he felt as much for her as she did for him. He’d said he’d do anything for her, and she believed it. Only, there was nothing he could do under the circumstances. He could never be hers, and she could never be his, not even for one night. I

“We love you.” I closed my eyes, safe and full and completely theirs. The night had been everything I needed and more. A perfect celebration of the four of us together. “And we want more babies from you.” Revenge. Love. All in a month led to this. No one can separate us now since the council had approved the unification system where all the three packs would now be led by my mates and their successors in the coming years. They are really my revenge harem. I love them very much.

"Ha! Unbelievable. Then what is my becoming when he finds his mate? I know that harem thing is a lie. I've read that mates value each other and pure possessiveness runs in your blood. The harem thing won't last, will it?" "That—I cannot dare breathe a word." With her reply, I knew that it is far from good news. These Lycans are too devoted.

Where they both intertwined, the low sound of love and longing rang. "You shaped me… Finn. I can’t go back to how I was. I love you," Niam whispered, his breath ragged. [DING! FAVORABILITY +15] [FAVORABILITY= 99%] AUTHOR'S NOTE: The second target's arc starts in the next chapter.