Novel & Cerita Harem Keeper

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.

Whereas, my own mate holds the keys to my confinement and he keeps me in the prison. “No. It is because this is war and it has nothing to do with the moon goddess’ nonsense. I am not a man who cares for intimate relationships. Even if I claimed you as my mate and made you Luna over my kingdom, I would still keep the harem women. And why, you may ask? It’s because I am Ozar and I do not follow the commands of anyone.”

To save their plague-stricken region, they offered hundreds of crates of supplies and 300 trained warriors each year in exchange for the epidemic antidote I had created. "Healer Megan, tomorrow the North Kingdom's Alpha King will arrive with their council. I will announce at the handover ceremony that I will take you as my mate. Jerry will also officially become my son under the witness of the pack elders and the Moon Goddess," Milo informed me. He gently held me in his arms, and I felt my heart overflow with his love. … The next day, Milo, Jerry, and I had just arrived at the site where the handover ceremony would take place when a familiar voice called out through the wind.

Light from the lanterns flickered across two figures pressed against each other. The boy with brown hair Arlo caught in a moment he shouldn’t be. The other, a groom’s son, smiling as if nothing mattered. Nikolai’s mind went still. The instinct to command, to control, to protect—if not himself, then the order of his world rose sharply. He did not step forward immediately. He simply watched. Confusion warred with something more primal. Jealousy? Disgust? Possession? He could not name it. Arlo POV

Derek, still looking like he was about to attack us at any moment, simply gave him a sideward glare before he roamed his eyes toward each of us girls – one by one. “A harem? A hunt? Since when do we have these? Who are these girls and where exactly did you ‘hunt’ them?” Lucas, Vivienne and the other woman present in the hall exchanged uncomfortable glances. It was Vivienne who eventually answered the question. “They’re humans abducted from the outside world. We hunt humans from the outside world to become slaves here, to do the work necessary. Those who prove to be useless are fed on. The choicest and most beautiful among the captives are kept by the Elite as part of what we began calling a

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?”

More jewels and gowns than I could count. Every night he needed me, I’d put on whatever lacy thing he picked out. We’d have sex. Five years. 999 times. There were moments—his sweat dripping on my forehead, his soft breaths inside me, the way he’d look at me—when I let myself dream he loved me. Then the video dropped. Him. On the street. Kissing another woman. I knew the truth. He was my keeper, not my lover. Everyone laughed. They couldn't wait to see me lose my mind, begging him to keep me.

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The great hall seemed to breathe in. “It’s been dormant since the Burning Age,” murmured Elder Yara, her lined face drawn tight. “It should not be waking.” Marrow rose slowly from her high-backed chair, beads still in her hand. “The Deep Rooted Fire has no reason to stir… unless something has bound it.” The word bound made the circle of elders lean in, their shadows flickering on the walls. “Who?” Thane asked, already knowing the answer would not come easily. “That is the wrong question,” Marrow said, her voice like rusted hinges. “Not who. How.”

Only the head waiter knows the keeper of the army,' Grandma Gina explained. 'Are you saying there are other keepers?' Dominus asked. 'Yes. We knew there were three. We didn't know what one was keeping. we knew that the keeper of the army is also a waiter and the youngest of us all and we know of the existence of the third but there is no clear information as to exactly what he is keeping,' Grandma Gina answered. 'Do you know anything about the keeper of the army?' I asked wishing she could give us something more specific about him.