Harem Modern Novels & Stories

Derek, still looking like he was about to attack us at any moment, simply gave him a sideward glare before he roamed his eyes toward each of us girls – one by one. “A harem? A hunt? Since when do we have these? Who are these girls and where exactly did you ‘hunt’ them?” Lucas, Vivienne and the other woman present in the hall exchanged uncomfortable glances. It was Vivienne who eventually answered the question. “They’re humans abducted from the outside world. We hunt humans from the outside world to become slaves here, to do the work necessary. Those who prove to be useless are fed on. The choicest and most beautiful among the captives are kept by the Elite as part of what we began calling a

Ramah said slowly, raising her gaze. Jazell took a bite from the red apple in her lean fingers. "If you should worry about anyone trying to hurt you, then the person sitting in front of you should be your first target." "And that is why I ask again, what do you want from me? Ramah fixed her gaze on Jazell. "The harem is a battlefield; we make enemies…we try to eliminate our opponents. Most especially we make friends with people who we never expect to make friends with." Jazell said, taking another bite from the apple.

" I appreciated her words, I don't know why, but talking to that woman changed something inside me, and something occurred to me. I want a harem for myself and I will have it...

I am fourteen at that time and I am still a normal concubine, thus prone to the dark schemes of the other women in the Imperial Harem. So I almost forgot what is love. The one that pushed me to move forward and continue fighting was my hatred of those people who trampled my life. For all of what they did to me, all shall be paid. Thus, the Emperor must noticed me and be favored. But he lack nothing but beautiful women in his harem. My chance arrived in a certain night when I was sneaking in the middle of the night to read, that I always do, my night routine. In the Palace's Library.

The better I looked, the nastier the positions I wanted to try, and the more cocks I craved. Onlyfans brought in thousands of messages every week. Most were thirsty. But the cruel ones, the ones calling me a brainless cumrag, a fake-titted whore who only got views because I shook my ass on camera — those made my pussy drip. I fucking loved BDSM. Being degraded, broken, and used was my biggest turn-on.

Her black hair was always pulled into a straight shiny ponytail behind her, a few strands sticking out on either side of her face. May on the other hand was from another kingdom called Lazaroth. Unlike the rest of us from noble houses, May was the daughter of a blacksmith back in her village. But she was never phased by this. May was one of the strongest and fearless people I knew and she was a promising ninja already.

Aria also bowed and left, leaving Eden and I alone. “Queen Aurora,” he said, his voice smooth, but there was no mistaking the tension in my eyes. It didn’t matter that he tried to speak kindly; I had seen too much already. I know now. The version of him I thought I understood had cracked. “What is this place?” I asked again, my voice flat but laced with disappointment. Eden looked around lazily before answering. “This is Damon’s harem.” My face tightened and Eden glared at me. “Don’t worry, Damon hardly comes here. It’s more for us; his trusted alphas, his friends.” he said quickly.

"Because you will become the target of jealousy. The concubines will torn you apart if they did not like you There shouldn't be jealousy in the Harem, but well... A woman's heart can't help but feel jealousy." The Harem was nothing as I imagined. I always imagined that there were hundreds of beautiful women waiting to accompany the King or Prince in bed, and they wore revealing clothes and learned to dance. It wasn't like that. A harem was a "lady's castle." Only women live here. Men are forbidden. And the purpose of the Harem was to produce the members of the royal family. There were not hundreds of concubines, as people say. The King only had 39 concubines, while the Prince had 11, includi

Rimidal's voice boomed throughout the large room. In an instant, about half a dozen beautiful women came strolling over to them from different parts of the room. As they neared, Charlotte found herself taking a step closer to Rimidal. There was no mistaking that crimson gleam of their eyes. Rimidal did have a true harem of his own in his home. Each of these girls were vampires and there was no telling how long they had been there. Or if they had been captured the way Charlotte had and then eventually turned.

“Because in Havermouth, people are very intolerant of what they consider to be deviant sexual behavior.” “Three guys f-king one girl at the same time are a bunch of studs, but if they also f-k each other, they’re deviant?” She paraphrased. “God, people are f-ked up. Girls can’t ever win, can they? We’re always prudes or sluts. There is no such thing as an acceptable level of sexual behavior for us. I mean no one’s out there going, you go girl, three guys, wow, you must be good in bed. You’re not my… my… harem,” she enjoyed that word, grinning around it. “No, you’re not my harem. I’m the Triquetra’s slut though. That’s not really very fair, is it?”