Harem Keeper Novels & Stories

“Then what, she just stands here while the house gets torn open?” Aira’s breath shook. Through the bond, she could still feel Mira upstairs. Pain. Fear. And underneath it something worse. Someone else. A cold presence moving through the pack house like a shadow with intent. Not Mara. Something older. The watcher in the water whispered, almost too quietly to hear. “The keeper has a hand inside the house.” Darian went pale. “No.” Aira turned sharply. “What is a keeper?” Nobody answered at first. Then the watcher said, “A mouth for the second door.”

“If I become a member of the harem, then let it mean more than a stamp next to my name. Let it mean that this house will not humiliate me again.” Alexander did not answer immediately. The silence stretched. Then he slowly walked around the desk and sat down. His gaze remained cool, but not indifferent—rather evaluative. When he spoke, his words were slow and deliberate. “The harem does not operate on the level of corridor gossip,” he said. “But I understand what you’re asking. I cannot promise no one will speak—people always speak. But I can promise that if anyone soils your name in public areas, during service, or in front of the staff, it will be considered a violation of house rules, and

He fucked me slow and possessive, his eyes locked on mine the entire time, as if reminding me who I belonged to first. I came twice before he finally emptied himself inside me, marking me as his again. Afterwards, we lay tangled together, his hand gently stroking my hair. “The Harem wants more,” he said quietly. “They’re talking about expanding the circle. Introducing new regular Daddies. Bigger parties. They want to see how far you can go with me there to watch and direct.” I felt the Queen stir inside me, a warm, seductive pulse between my legs at the thought.

Azura noticed Harem holding chains attached to the collars on the monsters' necks as if he were their master. Then she noticed the hidden man dressed in black robes and suspected him of being the leader of the DWW or possibly the creator of these repulsive monsters. What Kayler said turned out to be true. Harem is working together with the DWW organization. What, after all, is his purpose?

I handed him the book. "A reverse harem romance," he read aloud. "What's a reverse harem?" He asked. "A reverse harem is one where there are many men satisfying one woman, instead of many women for one man; a harem in reverse," I informed him. He continued reading the publicity blurb on the back of the book. "'I was a virgin when the earth was captured in an interstellar war. I was stripped, enslaved and auctioned off to ten alien warriors who helped subdue our world. I was claimed and ravished in the most reprehensible ways imaginable. They set about mastering my maiden body and instructing me what it means to belong to them absolutely. They bought me to use me, but in my heart I know they

Like me, he also has no idea and he only answers me with a finished contract thing. "Ashley's gone too. He's resigned as a keeper. Who will be with me later at the center?" "That's what your mommy called. Your official keeper has arrived at the mansion." I didn't pay attention to what Arnal said because there was nothing I could do. If only I had to choose, Aikee and Felix would still be the ones I wanted to be my personal keepers. We finally got home. When I came out of the pegasus, I immediately felt the silence inside.

“12 out of 21 deer have been killed by this hunter.” Holding my spear, I am trying to catch my breath while paying my whole attention to the keeper. Keepers are the one who has the information of how many kills a hunter has in an hour. “None other than, Raffi of the Ambrose’s!” I saw my father fixing his hunter’s robe while wearing his huge smile. The whole tribe is excited especially the women of which gender I belong to. I started to walk to the wooden stage created by the tribe for this kind of ceremony. Everybody is happy and I hope this will last forever.

Hetha looked the most human out of all of our squad, with her curly red hair and freckles, her ears were easy to hide, and the hourglass frame and green eyes could be traits of any mortal around. “You and I both know that hiding our wings is second nature, we only show them when we need them.” She paused, “I am sorry that we didn’t run it by you first.” She added, sensing my anger.” “While the Berserkers are trying to get information from the target, we will use this downtime to train.” Hestia groaned, “Oh, come on, can’t we have fun for once? All we ever do is train and missions.” “And because of that, we have never been unsuccessful in a mission.” I pointed out.

My girl had a sweet tooth and the audacity to call it “refined taste.” She looked up as I approached, her eyes catching the light in that stupidly pretty way that still made my breath stutter sometimes. “You come bearing gifts,” she said, reaching for the sugary concoction with a grin that melted the last of my tension. “Peace treaty,” I said, sitting beside her and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “How’s the chaos?” “Manageable,” she replied, bumping her shoulder into mine. “Lorelai declared herself queen of the garden. Jade and Lex are now her official royal painters.”

Mohit snapped. "What are you saying?" Jasper replied in a frustrated tone. "The truth that you are unable to see, Jasper. That girl is Lucian's wife. Your brother's wife and wives are meant to be keepers of their husbands. So she is your brother's keeper and no matter how infidel she becomes, in the end, she would choose her husband," Mohit firmly spoke. "What rubbish?" Jasper growled. "Yes. Moreover, the relations between Nina and Lucian are improving. They aren't the fighting birds anymore. They do talk to each other nicely and in the case, when they live in the same room, how tough it's for them to eventually fall in love?" Mohit questioned.