Harem Men Novels & Stories

"More like take us when they feel like it. It's their custom to have women to bed when they feel the need—warriors get more than commoners, though. If a warrior wants to marry a harem girl, she cannot refuse." My face reddens and I shake my head. "There's no way I'm sleeping around with a billion different beasts. I've promised myself to a man in my village!" "He's probably dead," Evalyn comments softly. "Barbarianskill all the men they see in the villages." A wave of nausea sweeps over me and I find myself doubled over and clutching my stomach. "I won't do it." "Oh no!" Cassandra cries. "It's insulting when a harem girl turns down a man. It's like a barbarian taboo. But don't worry—we'll do

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.

Now I'm getting nervous because of how intensely she’s looking at me. “I’m just… you know…” she shrugs her shoulders and pouts her lips. “Surprised to see a Harem girl here. They always choose other activities to engage themselves with.” “Ah… I see.” I’m not even surprised by that revelation. None of those Harem girls look like girls who want to get involved with any form of physical exercise. They are obsessed with looking pretty in order to seduce as many men as they can and I find that really pathetic.

The way he said it, like he had never heard such a word in his life, was too funny. “A reverse harem,” I repeated. “Okay, what does that mean? Is that like… when the girl has more than one boyfriend?” “Yes,” I said proudly. “It’s when the girl gets to have multiple guys. All for her.” He looked at me like I had just told him the sky was green. “Why would anyone want that?” I shrugged. “It’s fiction. But it’s fun.” He narrowed his eyes. “Is that the kind of stuff you read?”

Kitty said a little bit loud as his voice began to show his anger gradually. “I hate it and I will forever hate such acts. Men are meant for women and men are not meant for men.” "Any man sleeping with his fellow man should be subjected to a proper psychological test.” He said as the crowd had a sharp separation again as some cheered him up while others wooed him to get out of the stag. “I speak directly to the government and to every international guest and observer present here and to the countless number of nations following this debate." “Jefsexy, his sponsors and everyone supporting him should be jailed and eradicated from society because they're dangerous vipers that need to be curtail

The professor, oblivious to the term, questioned, "What does 'harem' mean?" I cast a wry smile at him. "Professor, sometimes ignorance is bliss." Randy, always eager to enlighten, explained, " 'Harem' means one man dating multiple women at the same time!" The professor frowned, his disapproval evident. "Oh, this won't do! One should be faithful!" "It's just a novel! But what intrigues me about this one is the male lead; I've never seen a protagonist in a harem novel this hard to pursue!" Randy said.

Neither of them were men and in shock, I watched as two very attractive women rushed forward from their tasks that they had been working on to embrace the man who had savagely claimed me as his woman yesterday. As I watched first the older of the two women and then the younger embraced and passionately kissed the man who had pulled me out of the fire only to throw me into this ungodly hell of realization that I wasn’t this man’s only wife. He already had a harem, with children to boot. I felt sick suddenly to the pit of my stomach as everything within me rebelled at this new complication that was so foreign to any standard of living that I had been raised with. Something was terribly wrong.

He leaned back a little with a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re serious?” My eyes widened a bit heat rushing to my cheeks. “Dead serious.” He shrugged like it was nothing. “So you can be jealous but I can’t?” I frowned slightly crossing my arms even though I was still sitting on his lap. “What do you mean?” His brow lifted. “You haven’t sent away your harem” I said the words sharper than I intended. “My harem?” He blinked now caught off guard. “Yes!” I said trying not to sound childish. “All those women back at the pack. You think I don’t know they’re still there?”

I replied curtly. “Very good. You must have experience which is what we value the most here at the harem.” I nearly cringed as we approached the chambers. There were so many doors that I thought of just how many women the alpha was sleeping with. If every room was for two people, then that would be possibly up to fifty women! That was absolutely crazy. The fact that a tradition like this was still upheld made me want to puke. When we got to the room, she opened the door and got in.

""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