Harem King Novels & Stories

He's cracking me like a nutshell but slowly "I know. And I respect you for that. It just makes me think about how shaming it might be to have a whore and to be pushed away every single time. You're the king, and you don't even get to lay with a woman." He shrugs his shoulders, his long, unbraided black hair spilling like a waterfall down his back. He grabs a brown deerskin breechcloth and ties it around his waist. "I don' care. Each whore in 'dat harem is too easy to get. You make it a challenge. I like challenges. Kings live for challenges in life."

"Because you will become the target of jealousy. The concubines will torn you apart if they did not like you There shouldn't be jealousy in the Harem, but well... A woman's heart can't help but feel jealousy." The Harem was nothing as I imagined. I always imagined that there were hundreds of beautiful women waiting to accompany the King or Prince in bed, and they wore revealing clothes and learned to dance. It wasn't like that. A harem was a "lady's castle." Only women live here. Men are forbidden. And the purpose of the Harem was to produce the members of the royal family. There were not hundreds of concubines, as people say. The King only had 39 concubines, while the Prince had 11, includi

The empress had demonstrated her many skills as the leader of the king's harem and one of those was her ability to keep the other two wives suppressed; one more ambitious than the other. "Your majesty is still young, he has just turned 30. The wives who make up the harem can still give him heirs. "There will be no way to persuade my imperial mother. You must help her, do not forget your obligation. The woman nodded with no choice as a feigned smile appeared on her face. "Your majesties, the room is ready." A maid entered the place. The couple entered the room as the servants closed the doors behind them. The night augured to be short for those who slept, but long for those who guarded the ch

Kat sat down in a comfy armchair, taking off the killer shoes and curling her legs up underneath her, tucking her shackled hands in as she blinked those large green eyes at the General. “So the King’s Law?” “Means he has the right to take any woman from her mate or owner or even if she is a high rank and independent into his harem for a nominated term.” Kat felt sick. “Nominated term?” “It’s usually one or three years, sometimes five, then the woman is returned.” Kat looked away to the room her expression flat, giving nothing away as to her thoughts on the matter. She heard the General stand up and approach and saw him from her peripherals crouch down in front of her.

“Aye, my lady. So, while t’s expected for the king to have a harem, right from when he was a young prince, he had had no other woman but Lady Iris. A lot of noble maidens had tried to seduce him, but none of them succeeded, giving rise to Lady Iris becoming his lover instead of a concubine in his harem.” Mariah nodded; it was just the same thing Alaric had told her. She could remember feeling jealous when Alaric told her about the woman. She could also remember how she had asked him if he wanted her to replace the woman for him. Even at the moment, she could still vividly remember the shock on his face and how he had told her that Iris could never dream of reaching her status in her entire l

When the front door of the building opened and shut three floors below, he spoke. "Malachi." The air beside him shuddered. A pillar of black fog rose from the floor, coiling and compressing until it shaped itself into a man. Tall, gaunt, dressed in a dark suit that belonged to another century. The figure dropped to one knee. His eyes fixed on the floor. "Your Majesty." Barely a whisper. "Tonight's banquet has been arranged." Elias Black was a fiction. His real name was Aurelian Ashbourne, the Vampire King. He had lived as Elias Black for a year.

Their dancing feet slowed as all eyes fixed towards the gilded entrance doors flung suddenly open. A severe-looking herald in royal livery strode forward. With a brazen flourish, he slammed the butt of his ceremonial staff upon the parquet floor, the crack echoing loudly. "May I present to Her Royal Majesty, Queen Anastasia Katerina Alina Romanov, sovereign ruler of Volhovnia!"

""Bastion." I raked my hungry eyes down his chiseled features. His tan skin and masculine body had my wolf panting-- Before I even finished observing, he let out a deep growl from his throat, grabbing onto my face and crashing his lips onto mine. I instinctively jumped into his strong arms, wrapping my legs around his muscular torso as he carried me with ease to the back wall. His eyes were deep black, and I could feel that mine were too by the way my wolf growled back at him in response. He didn't bother stopping and instead pushed me against the wallpaper with delightful force. It was as if his wolf was fighting me into submission, his hands tangling in my hair and gripping my @$$ simultan

Nurul Islam stroked Abrar's hair and began: "Once there was a king. His son was very honest. His grandson was even more honest. One day, the uncle came and said, 'I want the throne of the kingdom. If you want to save your grandson's life, you must fight...'" The room grew dim; everyone's eyelids grew heavy. But Arian knew—he would have to stay awake through the night. Because old enemies do not sleep, and they were now running after Abrar.

“We weren’t expecting you tonight.” “ I want her,” the Vampire King said again. “She is mine.” “But your highness. She’s already been sold.” Beta Daniels spoke timidly. “ I don’t care. I want her.” He responded. “ What the king claims, the king gets.” He hissed as he walked down towards the stage. He threw a bag filled with Jewels at Beta Daniels. The Beta opened up the bag and his eyes went wide. “This should cover her expense and your troubles.” The king spoke to Beta Daniels, looking straight at me. I felt like his eyes were looking into my soul.