Harem King 소설 & 이야기

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

Even Stefano was obviously surprised. "W-what?" I heard it well but I couldn't believe it because maybe my ears were playing tricks on me. "From today onwards, there will be no harem in my kingdom. If I will choose someone to be with me for the rest of my life..." he declared while looking at me. "It will be only one, and no one else." "Your Majesty, you cannot just change the law. That's the tradition for thousands of years!" The prime minister quickly came down to Elijah. His face showed disapproval of the king's decision.

Leah had to bend down in order to hear his words clearly. "He is not just anyone. He doesn't rule over peasants, he rules over politicians...He is the fire dragon Igneel, the Mafia king." Leah froze in her place, her mind suddenly went back. As if she didn't have any power in her legs, she sat down on the chair under her. She stared at the table in front of her in shock. Couldn't help but cover her face with her hands to hide her utter shock from the old man.

Amelia bit her lip. “So your king has a harem?” she asked, not wanting to know the answer. But then she reminded herself. This wasn’t for her to even dwell upon. He can have as many harems or nymphs or sirens he wants. She wasn’t bothered. “Yes, of course! His harem has over fifty females and their head is the court concubine, Nyka.”

At that time, we were prosperous, and no one dared to challenge us. My thoughts wandered for a moment, recalling how the girls from other packs envied our strength, wishing to be part of the alpha king's pack. I knew that after the old king's death, Alpha Valentim had married many women, sealing old alliances of his father. That was why his harem was so large. But even with so many women around him, everyone said he had not fallen in love with any of them. They were lonely, living under the same roof as him but never reaching his heart. I could hardly imagine how horrible it would be to share your partner with other women, yet those who applied to the harem seemed unconcerned. "You want to b

the king’s eyes widened as he looked at his daughter who was now standing confident in front of him. “No, it is you who has never had any limits, you were planning to send me as a bride to Prince Caspian, your plan was to fake the abortion and blame me for it, exile me and send me as a bride to that bloody excuse of a prince” Kiara’s words stabbed me in the gut “you have always wanted me to marry him, seeing as I was the only one keeping King Darius from killing you and having your throne”

he heard a laugh . When he walked closer to it he saw Charlotte sitting on the chair with the crystal lamp next to her and a pile of books in a specific and well-placed order . ' She's still here ?! ' thought king Damien surprised when he saw Charlotte . " Ha ha ha ha ha ! The king has several mistresses but ends up crowning a man as his empress . This guy sure has a weird taste . Oh , my ! This other one is where the king's harem becomes his exclusive fanclub . Poor king ! I can understand the pressure he is facing . That surely was a great read.......Hmmmm......What should I read next ? " said Charlotte looking at the books then noticed a rather passionate book cover .

She hands it over to me. “You are welcome. You can be rest assured and sleep well tonight. The only man allowed inside the harem is the king. You will get silk, charcoal, jewelry and dresses twice a month. There will be servants who do your chores too…” Gladys is saying when a woman approaches us. From her eyes, I can tell that is calculative and conniving

And that voice… That voice was growling at me, pissed off and impatient, and without a hint of warmth or compassion. “…Now keep your head down and don’t make any more trouble, or the King will have one less toy to play with in his little harem, do you understand?” Harem? King? What the hell was going on? But I couldn’t ask—I’d already fought those hands, tried to scream around the gag. The side of my head throbbed where someone had struck me and growled at me to shut up.

I sat down and looked to her expectantly. “So… Um. I suppose we can start with the Harem itself? This is where King Xaden keeps the women from his conquests. He usually keeps four to six girls in his private wing for himself alone, but the Harem is like his reserve. The place he keeps courtesans he’s not really interested in anymore but doesn’t want to sell yet.” My stomach rolled with every word. By the gods. How awful. “We’re currently twenty girls in the Harem. Twenty one including you now. Um…” Her nose scrunched prettily as if she was trying to think of any other details she might’ve been missing.