Harem Keeper Novels & Stories

After everything I woke up to this morning, I’m not sure I want to know more about him. Still, I say. “Go on. Tell me.” “Okay, I think you should know that the King has a harem—” “What?” My voice rises before I can control it. “A harem? As in… women?” “Yes—” I scoff. “Of course he has a harem. What else would I expect from a wolf? They’re nothing like humans.” My voice turns sharp as I list all the bad things I’ve heard about them. But Kie shakes her head. “The King’s mother, Her Highness Renna, is the one who created the harem.”

His soldiers had put them on a line by the stone wall inside the hall of the fortress and they were hurting their little hands clutching the wall for support while his men laughed. Alarick’s heavy boots made a loud sound on the stone floor and his beasts- three forest wolves he raised- came right behind him trying to get his attention. He could see that Levon was in front of someone, and he gave Alarick a wicked smile. “Ovaj ce du vam svideti, Xiath,” and he cringed inside but didn’t showed it. (This one you’re going to like, Your Highness.) It was probably a male whore, and Alarick just wasn’t in the mood to deal with them today or the near future for that matter. He had long been done play

With the regular type of people around here, I guess I’m not surprised that kindness would be in limited supply. Glancing away, I suppose I better let Bethany get to the point of what she’s doing here. “You don’t need to tell me more,” I say, not that there’s more to say. “At least, not about that. Instead, why don’t we focus on our purpose, okay? You were to prepare me for my new duties as a harem member.” “Right,” Bethany says. Her confused expression doesn’t totally clear, though it does sink back for a little bit, as determination and purpose come forward. “As a harem member, your purpose is mainly two-fold, though there are occasionally other duties delivered at the King’s whim.”

You know those days when you're absolutely certain you hate someone's guts? Every little thing about them drives you crazy the way they scrunch their nose at your cooking, the critical tone when they point out dust on a shelf, the cold indifference in their eyes when they walk past you like you're invisible. That's how I feel about him. Julian Blackwood. My boss. The billionaire who treats me like I'm beneath his notice unless I'm doing something wrong. And then I found out someone wanted him dead. I should have let it happen. I should have kept my mouth shut and watched the empire crumble around the man who made my life miserable. But here's the thing about hate it's dangero

Bring her back. She turned. Diva's heart shattered—relief, anger, grief colliding. She wailed aloud. "Derek, no." He hesitated, doubt in his eyes. Eamon pushed back his hood, and the Keeper's face was revealed—another, one they did not know. The genuine Keeper smiled. "I keep the relic safe from those who would abuse it. Light and dark alike." Derek stepped forward, the sword falling from his grasp with a clatter. "Keep back from her."

But she is a welcome fucking addition that both Titan and I enjoy. When I got back to Katrina's, she was sitting in the living room across from a man dressed in all black with a hood over his head. It was clear he didn't want to be seen or recognized. "Ramses, this is Thayne, he is the last Keeper besides myself." She said. I nodded to him and took a seat next to Katrina, putting my hand on her leg as they spoke.

Kai asks. “Because Nova mentioned that he’s in a pack based in Georgia, and who do we know owns the entire Deep South?” Kai growls. “The Harem King himself: pretentious French asshole, Bastien.” He says through clenched teeth. “This was a set-up from the beginning; they’ve been watching us this entire time.”

He heard names of some systems like wind system, air system, fire system, lighting system, strength system, and water system, some other systems. but he didn't recognize the name on the blue screen, it is new to him, not only to him probably to everyone on this planet. "The harem system," He read the letters on the screen. *Host detected* a voice rang out in his mind while he is looking at the name on the screen. Hostname: Alex Power level: Level 0 Harem list: None Skills: Love Charm Points: 0 A list of details appeared on the blue screen after the system's voice. To him, everything about this system is new, not like the usual systems he heard about.

“We’ll be the punchline of a joke.” “Yeah,” Aislen agreed. Diana had no idea, she thought, how right she was. If Havermouth voted in the Secret Keeper as mayor, they were, by extension, voting in Aislen Carter, the Triquetra’s whore. “Who do you think the Secret Keeper is?” She asked Diana.

"What do you suggest we do?" Damon walked over to the window and gazed out at the city skyline. "We need to enlist the help of some powerful allies. I know some people who could help us, but they won't come cheap." I frowned. "What do you mean? Who are these people?" Damon turned to face me. "They're a group of mercenaries. They specialize in taking down supernatural threats. They're called The Hunters, and they're the best in the business. But they don't come cheap, and they only take on jobs that are worth their time."