Harem Master Novels & Stories

"I'm so sorry Master, I didn't mean to peek. I was just trying to get fresh air and then I saw that man kneeling down and then..." "Shut up." He glared, cocking his gun and pointing it at her head. "I hate when people peek or eavesdrop on things. Things they're not supposed to hear. How many lives do you have Bambi?" He asked. "None. I thought I had a life but right now seeing the situation I'm in Master. I don't have a life." She mumbled and he nodded, bringing the gun down. She was his after all and sooner or later he'd make sure she would become as docile as they all come to be after he was done with them.

master Damien voiced out shocking Galene to the core. "But why master? Why should I bring my things to your chambers when I am not your bride but your slave?" she asked with all the courage she gathered. "You do not ask me questions Galene, I gave you an order and you have to do it without questioning me or have you forgotten I own you and will do anything I want with you?" Master Damien said in a hard voice Making Galene bow in fear, rushing into the bathroom to take her bath. She soon finished, wore her clothes and returned to the room only to find it empty.

A sharp pain shot around my face. "I won't codone that kind of behavior from you. You should address me properly as your master, am I clear?" He growled, his red eyes leering into mine. He looked at me in the most loothesome way as though I've done a terrible thing to him. But...What? Master? Masters are men who buys people and has them working for him, as servants or slaves. but he never bought me so he don't owe me right?

#RULE 10: I WILL CONTINUALLY PUSH MYSELF TO THE LIMITS OF ENDURANCE AND PAIN, SEEKING MY MASTER’S PLEASURE AND PERMISSION TO GO FURTHER. The moment I stepped into the playroom, my heart raced with anticipation. The dimly lit room was filled with the familiar scent of leather and arousal, and my Master was waiting for me, dressed in his black leather attire.

The only thing keeping me in my seat is the happiness I can feel rolling off Elle; she’s in her element right now and my need to protect her is overpowered by the need to give her happiness. “You really are so fucking slow.” Harmon taunts Elle. “They can’t clone male versions of shifters, but humans, well thats a different story. He makes little versions of himself and raises them up to believe what he believes; he dies and they take over. The Master will never be gone because they just keep remaking him.” I swear to the Moon Goddess, you can hear a mouse squeak with the silence that follows Harmon’s hissed words. The Master isn’t immortal; he’s just a crazy bastard who literally raises hims

With a bitter smile, he said, "That is still the least preferable choice if we have exhausted all means and options. My master gave me clear instructions to locate all the twelve original Hall Masters. It doesn't matter whether the gang has been destroyed or not, as long as the gang leader is still alive, they must be found. It does not count if I find a replacement to replace them." Sheila felt embarrassed and pouted. "You find yourself a weirdo master. Isn't the main thing assembling the correct headcount regardless of who it is? Not to mention, how eccentric your uncle-master is. Not only does he want you to find them, he requests you to improve their attainments to at least level nine wa

He moved so fast, my brain didn't seem to catch up until I was pressed against him, his one hand entwined in my hair as he forced me to look into his eyes - those dark rimmed, forest green eyes - while his other hand cupped my backside, lifting me so that I was forced to stand on my tiptoes. "I may not be your alpha, cara mia, but I am your master and you will obey me until you pay back what you owe me," he said slowly, enunciating each word carefully as if he were fighting his wolf for control. "Until that day, you are mine and mine alone."

"Congratulations! The mistress has finally made it official! I won't attend the wedding, but to celebrate your big day, I've specially arranged a dance troupe for you." I clapped my hands again. From all directions, thirty or forty middle-aged women barged out and started beating on drums at the entrance. The city hall was packed, and many people came out to watch. The women were singing loudly. "Congratulations to Mistress Grace for becoming the official wife! Nate picked up second-hand goods. Congratulations, congratulations!" Nate clenched his jaw and pointed at me furiously. "Wendy, are you done yet?!" I couldn't care less. "We were married once. No need to thank me."

"You have made a mistake not taking what I have asked you into consideration." I keep eyes level and stare him down, waiting for him to falter, though he holds his gun firmly, so I only but take mine and move it to him even closer. It seems that only one of us will see the end of the day. I have taken that step and walked straight over that line without even blinking. I have said this before, and I will continue to repeat it. I am the Vampire Master, and nobody shall disrespect my wife or me. And to add to that, I will get what I want.

He can always snap, may it be by accident or not. "The Master will see you two now." Henchman said as he appeared from behind the closed doors. I gave a pitiful sigh as we stood and walked into the meeting room. I just wanted to rest for now, unwind from the haunting image of the Kingdom. Not that I would get much rest do to my traumatic nightmares. But it was still nice to have small breaks. Upon our entry Master had his arms crossed over his chest, back against the back rest of the chair. He appeared displeased.