Harem Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I’m worried about it, too, but I figure this is the same process all of us used to get into the world. If all of those other women can do it, so can I. Right?” I nod. I know she is assuming my somber mood is all because of the scary picture they just showed me. “The picture shocked me, yes, but I am making this face this because we might have to go to war,” I admit. Rose blinks her beautiful eyelashes at me and seems a bit lost. “War? What war?” she asks. “There is an Alpha named Kane who thinks it was unfair for him not to be considered as a candidate for the throne. He wants to be the fifth Alpha trying to get you pregnant,” I explain.

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.”

"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?”

“Daughter of Letra, you may sit next to your soon-to-be husband. “ I listened. “Now you may join hands, both of you repeat after me, as the gods have chosen us to be together….” He paused for us to repeat. “We will follow our destiny… to make Xoria whole”. “Now only you, Letharia, I will love, cherish, and obey my husband in the name of Aphrodite. “ I bit my lip; there was a brief pause and silence in the garden as I contemplated selling my soul to Aven. I finally repeated Zane’s words. He smiled at the crowd. “You may now join hands, then without breaking your handhold, stand up, and you may kiss.”

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!?"

“And now he says I can’t use Charizard unless I bring a sacrifice!” I blinked. “I’m sorry, he did what now?” Arsen was still processing when Jade charged in behind him, dramatically holding up a red crayon like it was the elder wand. His voice was deep, serious, slightly British for some reason. “THE CARDS HAVE SPOKEN.” “We are five seconds from a full cult ritual,” I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose. “And I still haven’t had a second coffee.” Then—because apparently the chaos gods weren’t done—Lorelai floated in. I say floated because she wore a sheer purple cape, a tiara perched sideways on her curls, and she was dragging the mop like it was a sacred staff.

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.