Harem House Novels & Stories

She was but a stranger. And it wasn’t like she wanted to do that either. She wanted to keep as much distance between them, remembering his harsh words that were almost like a threat now. He could have returned her. He could have kicked her out last night, but instead, he’d placed her in his harem. Maybe it was because his libido and his carnal desire were too strong for his tiny little brain. It would be the first or the last time a man was lead by his penis. Now, what he said last night felt more like a threat.

I crossed to the window and flung it open, letting the night air in, jasmine and rain cutting through the expensive fog of him. I stood at the open window for a moment and breathed. This house was a monument to someone else's ambitions. No faded photographs from my childhood. No dog-eared books with margin confessions. No evidence of the girl I had been before I understood what being a Steele woman actually required of you, and then before I understood what being a Mason wife would require of what was left. Just the life Josiah had constructed around me, curated to his exacting standards, maintained to his precise specifications, himself included.

His shock was obvious, but he remained silent, choosing not to ask about it anymore. "So anger will help me turn?" he asked. "It could, but sex can too, if it's deep and primal." I smiled. This got his attention. He loved sex, especially with me. On Xanthea, all royal females are Sirens and are allowed to have harems of as many men and women as she chooses, This is their norm.

We all walked inside and entered the living room together, it was extremely large, clean, my eyes shifted to the same white pale walls that I’ve always come to known since I been a child growing up in this house – it Has never changed over the years and no matter how many times I’ve been in this house – it was the same damn reaction, Same thought that screamed in the back of my mind - welcome to your new prison. – no doubt Gary must have wanted his members on pack duties to make them feel at home – A safe place they can call their own. Even when they faced the notion they wouldn’t survive outside their old pack – but For the ones who clung onto some kind hope no matter how small it was – it

Now I'm getting nervous because of how intensely she’s looking at me. “I’m just… you know…” she shrugs her shoulders and pouts her lips. “Surprised to see a Harem girl here. They always choose other activities to engage themselves with.” “Ah… I see.” I’m not even surprised by that revelation. None of those Harem girls look like girls who want to get involved with any form of physical exercise. They are obsessed with looking pretty in order to seduce as many men as they can and I find that really pathetic.

Like it was second nature now. “It’s weird,” she said, voice low. “What is?” “This.” She gestured toward the living room. “Feeling… safe. In a house that’s not mine.” I looked at her. Then back at the room. At the drawings on the fridge. At the sticky chairs. At the tiara abandoned on the counter. At the three kids—our kids, maybe not by blood but by bond—just being. I nudged her gently, arm sliding around her waist. “It is your house,” I said. “In every way that matters.”

Rather than get demoted after some time, it's better not to be promoted in the first place. Worse, he might kick me to the harem palace where I had initially been meant to live. His mother lived in the harem palace till her death. The luxurious harem palace was one of the most luxurious places in the imperial city, with more than thirty quarters, all with their own gardens, pavilions, and pools. It was the greatest battle field in the imperial city. However, when Richard was renovating his palace, he added a quarter for his future mate, intending for her to live with him instead of the harem. I must have gotten too complacent under his care that I forgot I was neither his mate, nor the real

"If you play it right, you can get a male to do anything you want and they'll never know. The key is making it seem like they are the ones making the decision." "And flattery," I guessed. She looked at me with raised brows. "Quick learner. This is the harem hallway, though we just call it the harem," she told me after we ascended the stairs. At the first door, painted black, she said, "This is the parlor." I tripped on the carpet. "I'm sorry, the what?" "The harem," Raisa repeated without missing a beat. She nudged me directly in front of the door and turned the knob. It swung open, and my jaw dropped at what I saw inside.

I ask, lazing around in my bed instead of reading the books that Harbin had left me. Then, I trail my fingers on Theo’s chest. He is still heaving after a powerful orgasm. He shifts his body towards me and interlaces his legs on mine. He places his hand on my back and pulls me closer to him so that my stomach is touching his hard one. “They did,” he answers. “Who is it?” “A servant of one of the harem women who is not successful to bear me a child.” I flinch, but instead, he traps me on his arms and legs. “Now that the harem building burned, where is your harem going to stay?”