Harem King Novels & Stories

Tom said, his tone dropping slightly, “you’ve changed him.” “What?” I asked, caught off guard. “King,” Liam clarified, leaning against the counter. “He doesn’t let people in, Gianna. Not ever. He doesn’t even allow people in his little sanctuary. But he allowed you…” Tom nodded. “It’s like he’s trying in his own gruff, shirtless way. Don’t be fooled though. He wants something from you.” Before I could respond the door swung open, and King walked in. His eyes swept over the scene narrowing slightly when he saw Tom standing too close. It was always Tom and he is doing it intentionally.

he does that and Astrid tries to calm her racing heart again. "So I just come here and I am supposed not to care when I am not around? I know you are the king. I do know! But... No one wants to share their loved one..." Astrid covers her mouth, realizing what she just stayed. Loved... Loras stares at her, his face frozen in shock. "Hypothetically!" Astrid shouts and Loras laughs at her embarrassment. "Well, hypothetically, I don't think anyone can. This is why the harem is created the way it is. So no love can flourish. Favorites have wealth and status as long as they give up love. It has worked so for decades."

The right-hand man nodded, then he said, "My king, I think we should join King Arthur and Darian. Our sources say, there's another king in alignment with them. And he has about fifty thousand men. if they are joined with Arthur's and Darian's men, only God knows the number of men they will have." King Neil was gobsmacked. Fifty thousand men! "Still, we can't underestimate King Carl. Have you forgotten he's married to princess Zara of Azrael? And not only that... King Alfred of Nival is his uncle. I'm sure he'll have the support of those two nations. So like I said before, I'll wait to see the winning side, before deciding who to join. ... King Darian of Crystal-Ville secretly marched to Azra

he declares, not letting my hand go. “I know,” I whisper. “But that doesn’t mean that I don’t get hurt by it.” “Kaiya…” “I know you need to do it. It is your duty as a king, but I love you, so I can’t stop feeling hurt every time you are with another woman.” “Tomorrow night will be the last time I will be with my harem. I will sleep in their room, but I am not expected to copulate with them.” Another lie. “I am fine, Theo. It just needs getting used to, and well, a lot of trust.”

the auctioneer declared, bringing the hammer down on the table. I felt the remaining tiny bit of my life crumble right in front of my eyes as Seth Cassius, the Vampire King, walked away without sparing me a second glance. As I stood there, tears streaming down my face, I couldn't help but wonder why that man had been willing to pay so much for me. I had never felt so alone and helpless in my entire life. As the Vampire King, Seth Cassius, walked away from the auction hall, I was left standing there in shock. I had no idea why he had been willing to pay such a high price for me.

His masculine face is covered by slightly chubby cheeks. I wonder how old this photo is. “No.” King Harvey turns the page. “The King of the South.” King Harvey points at a tall man in red and dark green armor. “He is a quiet man but known to kill all his enemies with a small blade. He respects me because I use a sword and gun, he hates blood. His wife loves to make cookies for the other kings. I fear poison. Do not eat anything any of these kings give you. I never eat. You may copy me, and they will not question it. They see it as a sign of discipline.”

Jealousy is a bitch and I'm the hellish King that needs to put on his big boy pants and calm the fuck down. I didn't think that harem court was the first place that I thought when I saw the entrance. The intricate design was hellishly regal, and the wooden and stone carvings were perfectly placed. The red and golden colorings indicating the royal color of the south kingdom made me think twice about the kind of kink that Ranulf, the king of the South has for his harem. But then I remembered that the court had existed long before Ranulf ruled as king.

I promised him and left there, leaving the sentinels who were still bowing and the handmaiden. Maybe the queen is a jealous type and doesn't want anyone else to share the king. But she should understand that the king is polygamous. My brain said as I walked toward Elijah's office. I remembered that Elijah had taken the harem away, but he might have put it back as well. But before I got there, I was suddenly met by the steward whose name I forgot again. With so many people I seem to have to worry about, it's no wonder I forget their names.

I cut his hand, and mine, mixing our blood, singing the sacred words, letting them fly over the people, into their heart and out into the world and sky. Mom and dad crown us, and we turn as our cut has healed. “Presenting, Alpha Queen Athena Avalon Astor and King consort Caspian Sunborn Wilde Darkmoon of the Umbral Moon pack.”

Jace Kingston doesn't deserve space. I'm organizing my notes when the door opens. He fills the doorway like he owns it. Broad shoulders under a crimson Vipers hoodie. Dark hair still wet from the shower. Jaw sharp enough to cut glass. He smells like expensive cologne and something else—something cold, like the ice he skates on. Girls on campus call him King. They say it like a prayer. I say it like a curse. "You're the tutor?" His voice is low and lazy, like this is all a joke.