Harem Novels & Stories

"Ha! Unbelievable. Then what is my becoming when he finds his mate? I know that harem thing is a lie. I've read that mates value each other and pure possessiveness runs in your blood. The harem thing won't last, will it?" "That—I cannot dare breathe a word." With her reply, I knew that it is far from good news. These Lycans are too devoted.

Now he got married to a middle aged millionaire and most probably got here as her plus one. Noah stepped half in front of me, voice low and dangerous. “Walk away.” Mace’s eyes flicked to him, then back to me. “Still need three men to fight your battles, huh? Pathetic.” I opened my mouth to answer but a soft voice cut through. “Darcelle Vance?” I turned. An older woman in her late sixties with her silver hair in an elegant chignon, navy gown, pearl earrings stood smiling warmly. I recognized her instantly. It was Margaret Hale, founder of Hale Global Logistics.

she called and we followed behind her at a distance, taking the passageway. There was a red-haired Omega straddling one of the warriors as he groaned and she moaned. He shot me a creepy smile, biting his lips. A cold chill hit me and I immediately looked away. There were many more similar scenes we passed which my eyes tried very hard to avoid. There were some rooms around and you could still hear screams and groans there. Is that all they do here? Have sex? Kia really wasn't exaggerating when she told me this. After walking for a while, deep into the Harem, the deeper we got, the nastier things we saw. Eyes raked us as we passed till we got to a small red-col

Quincy "this is my home baby bear" joel announced as we got inside the house, it was a mansion with few maids trooping in and out. The house was just magnificent and beautiful and just then a cute girl with curly brown hair came running pitter patter down the stairs immediately screaming "she's here!!!" "huh" I thought to myself as she came to hug my legs since she was little and I croched down "hey little girl" I greeted "hi I'm Hallie, call me hal" she said with so much excitement "I'm quincy, call me quince or quinn" I replied and smiled at her "I love your name quince, I like nicknames quince,do you like nicknames, can we go play" she said almost dragging me away when Toby came in with h

"Why?, I was of the impression that you came back home together." Gaius shrugged and relaxed back on the chair he was sitting on. " Fiona refused to come back home, she would rather we honeymoon for at least three months. I had enough of it and came back home, alone." Gaius was ready to come back home a week after the honeymoon, he was bored and wanted to resume his daily work. But Fiona would not hear of it, she complained about his disinterest and lack of sexual urge during foreplay, she was especially angry that he never initiated sex between them and Gaius only could go for one round each time he managed to get his length up.

“Look at him. He’s beetroot red from head to toe. You just want Tina’s attention to yourself, don’t you, Isaac?” “That’s not true,” Isaac said, shoving Connor’s hand away. He rubbed his sore chin. “And I’m not nosy. I’m just watching out for my brother. And I’m a man, Tina. I’m not adorable. Haru is. He’s a Shrine Maiden, did you know that?” Haru rolled his eyes. “I’m a man, too, Isaac, and I’m not a Shrine Maiden. When are we going to stop calling me that?”

I nodded, slowly sipping the finest espresso I had ever had in my life. “Wyatt, I have chosen you to be part of my harem.” “I heard that part. I don't know what that means, but I did hear that part.” “It means a lot of things. It means I am asking you to be part of my family, my love, my life, for as long as you live. You will never need anything, never want for anything. You want a blonde? A brunette? Both? You got it. Just like this library. And more. You will never yearn for dig sites. You will never beg yourself to go back to study. It will all be right here, for you. It means that I will love you as my own, my darling sweet archaeologist.”

“It’s not for now. The summons stands. The Council awaits your arrival.” Layla’s heartbeat quickened, though she kept her face impassive. Hollow Crown. The words pulled old fragments from the depths of her memory, a reference buried in a crumbling tome she had read long ago. It spoke of a rare union between warriors and a witch. She said nothing while Seraphine was still there. She just stood and kept her face neutral. Seraphine’s projection wavered in the morning light. “Do not keep the Council waiting,” she warned. Then, with a final shimmer, she vanished.

While saying it aloud, I repeatedly pull and knocked her womb's entrance many times. "Haaaan, that's...No good…..Allan-samaaaaaa...!" "Don't you want to be embraced only by me?" "Ah...uu..." "Answer …!" "Isn't it obvious already? I do not want to be embraced by men other than Allan-sama...I want to be only yours forever!" "A nice answer. Then, a reward for your efforts. " I grabbed her ass, and with a slam, I deeply pierced her.. "–ooooooooOooh!?"

“I didn’t sign up for a Pokémon-themed blood cult.” “You signed up for me,” I said sweetly. “And I come with three limited-edition chaos gremlins and a matching emotional trauma set.” He looked at me with the most done face ever. “Worth it.” We spent the next ten minutes diffusing the Card Cult. There were negotiations. Lorelai wanted apple juice in a wine glass. Jade demanded a ceremonial pouch for his “spell crayons.” Alexei tried to sacrifice a Barbie doll wearing Arsen’s old watch. I gave up halfway through and just made salted caramel popcorn.