Harem Manwa Novels & Stories

Awan explained sadly. “O... Ok.” Anggun felt uneasy. “I’m sorry.” He dropped his head. “I want...” She said. ”Harem.” She became blushed. Awan remained silent. “Frankly, I hate men. They always harass me by calling me bitch, prostitute, bimbo, etc, every time I ignore them. They are real garbage! How dare such a bunch of disgusting garbage harass me like that! Do they ever think that it’s inhumane?! So that’s why, I will make all men worship me, have them have a plastic surgery, and serve me every time!” She exclaimed.

[Zeve’s POV] Hikari put on his coat, saying nothing else. “When I was young, my grandfather took me to Jiyushu. There I came to know about a vow my clan made with a species that once dominated this world. They weren’t werewolves or vampires, they were far stronger — people with mana. They were known as sorcizens.” Sorcizens. Something about that word sped up my heartbeats. The strange familiarity I felt with that word was unfathomable.

Tattoos covering his neck. He claimed the spot on my other side, powerful thigh shoving mine open an inch, knee pressing insistent against lace, gaze burning into my soul as his callused fingers brushed my inner wrist. "Look at you, Darcie, owning this whole damn room like the queen you are," he rasped, voice deep thunder rumbling through me. "Pure fucking addiction, the kind that wrecked my control in college, had me on my knees begging for your screams. I'm ready to worship every dripping inch of you. Just say the word.”

Over the next three days, I relied on the precise schedule provided by the scrolling comments and began my "poaching operation". On Tuesday afternoon, Stacy had arranged to meet her second target—the number one assassin in the entire server of "Galaxy Rim," whose in-game ID was "Shadowfang". I changed into a sleek black, form-fitting outfit and arrived at Velvet Club half an hour early. Shadowfang was a rebellious young man with silver hair, carrying a wild and untamed aura in real life. When he stepped up to the booth and saw my face, the admiration in his eyes gave him away completely, and his pace visibly faltered.

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Their reputation preceded them. Lucian and Lorian were the owners of The Witching Hour and were perfectly mismatched; Lucian with his dark, brooding intensity, and Lorian sparkling with an easy charm that seemed to draw light from the neon glow. Despite their contrasting personalities, they shared a palpable energy that felt... different. Unaware of the mystical undercurrent that linked them, they exuded a charisma that demanded attention. They were known womanizers. They always shared one woman and were never seen with the same woman twice. That is exactly what she wanted. No strings, no pressure, no rules…just raw desire.

From the outside. — "Open it!" He banged against it. "Open the door!" No response. The host smiled. Then waved her hand. — Immediately— Ten men stepped forward. All from Sakura Country. Disciplined. Cold. One of them moved without hesitation— And kicked the man back into the crowd. A brutal strike. The man coughed— Blood spilling from his mouth as he collapsed, writhing in pain. The message was clear. There would be no mercy. The room fell into stunned silence.

The room was thick with the intoxicating scent of Haru’s heat, a heady mix of pheromones that sent Jiro’s instincts into overdrive. Haru trembled beneath him, his slender frame wracked with unrelenting need, and Jiro’s control frayed at the edges as he fought to maintain even a semblance of composure. But it was no use—the primal urge to mark, to claim, to possess his omega completely overwhelmed him.

Jerry said with sparkling eyes and acting like a fellow injected with chicken blood. “Oho? You also know this one? Is there any BL manga you don’t know?” Jessica asked in amusement. “Well I do know a lot… like a certain harem one, with the MC actually ending with two hot gongs!” Jerry said with a devilish smirk. “Eh?? Harem!! Please tell me!!” Jessica said excitedly. “ ‘There’s no way this is fate!’, it’s hella interesting and there’s also a sequel I think,” Jerry said

“As your wife, it would be incredibly disrespectful and purposefully hurtful for you to still require the services of a harem,” Annabelle says. “As such, I expect you to entirely dissolve your harem, releasing all of the girls – including Harper.” Caleb’s annoyance intensifies the longer Annabelle spoke. Who is she to make these kinds of demands upon him? His harem is a symbol of his power. Not all of the women within in were brought in solely for the use of his personal pleasure. The presence of certain women helped solidify a better relationship between the packs. To remove those women now would be an insult to the packs that entrusted Caleb with their care.