Harem Novels Novels & Stories

"Seriously? It's not exactly something that would be taught in human schools, you know?" "I guess you are right," he snorted, and then cleared his throat, preparing to give a lecture. "A few centuries back, it was common for every noble family to have a harem. All the human females there had the status of a lesser wife or a concubine, and usually, the status of the main wife was reserved for a vampire. Of course, if the vampire wife died, then one of the humans had a chance to raise her status, and then that human was treated as the main wife." "And you are telling me this because…?" I still wasn't certain what the purpose of this history lesson was.

I sat down and looked to her expectantly. “So… Um. I suppose we can start with the Harem itself? This is where King Xaden keeps the women from his conquests. He usually keeps four to six girls in his private wing for himself alone, but the Harem is like his reserve. The place he keeps courtesans he’s not really interested in anymore but doesn’t want to sell yet.” My stomach rolled with every word. By the gods. How awful. “We’re currently twenty girls in the Harem. Twenty one including you now. Um…” Her nose scrunched prettily as if she was trying to think of any other details she might’ve been missing.

What started as a one-night stand unraveled into a life I never could have predicted. A world of dark desires, power struggles, and hidden identities. A world where my men were the Alphas, and I, their little brat. Julian Hartford, the man I had fallen for despite swearing I’d never love any human again was more than just captivating. Technically he was a werewolf. Maybe that was what made him so irresistible. His touch always set my skin ablaze, leaving me craving more with every encounter. But he wasn’t the only Hartford who had control over my heart, body, and soul. His identical twin brother, Henri, who was my professor also became a new temptation in my life. Julian was a Soft Dom, and

the girl explained. “How do you know that?” I asked, hoping my roommate wasn't one to listen and spread rumors. "I grew up here and have not found my mate yet, so I was chosen to join the harem. Nikita hadn't found hers yet either but because of her family name, she isn't in the harem. The king likes to visit her room for sexual interactions, she basically thinks she is better then us all, and is in charge of us harem ladies when our supervisor isn't around."

They looked like they were trying to kiss but something was keeping them from doing so. It seemed ironic that Layla would be reading a romance novel when she seemed like the last person on earth who wanted to fall in love. It was also ironic that she was stuck in a harem for a man that seemed revolted by affection. Rebecca looked away. She went to rub her face to alleviate some of the burning, but she remembered she was wearing makeup just before she was about to mess up Yasmine’s hard work. She lowered her hand and clenched the dress’s fabric in her fists.

“As your wife, it would be incredibly disrespectful and purposefully hurtful for you to still require the services of a harem,” Annabelle says. “As such, I expect you to entirely dissolve your harem, releasing all of the girls – including Harper.” Caleb’s annoyance intensifies the longer Annabelle spoke. Who is she to make these kinds of demands upon him? His harem is a symbol of his power. Not all of the women within in were brought in solely for the use of his personal pleasure. The presence of certain women helped solidify a better relationship between the packs. To remove those women now would be an insult to the packs that entrusted Caleb with their care.

Music thudded from inside the bar, muffled but persistent. My laptop rested on my lap as I pushed myself to focus on work. Palace politics were a tangled mess, one I needed to unravel before it strangled Liora further. I scanned the ancient legal database for the third time tonight, my eyes burning, patience wearing thin. And there, it was again. Cold. Unyielding. Cruel! “A king’s mate must be formally entered into the royal harem prior to coronation.” Harem! That word tasted like ash!

I looked at him. Sure, in the real world he’d be an absolute walking felony. Kidnapping, coercion, emotional manipulation—he should be rotting in a federal facility somewhere. But this was a no-morals reverse-harem novel. And in these stories, apparently sleeping together equals character development. So right now, I loved him. Deeply. Stupidly. Plus he was the male lead. And he was beautiful—Greek-statue-who? level beautiful. And stupidly powerful.

Darcelle's POV: “I want an open marriage, Darcelle.” Christopher says, still pounding into his personal assistant who smirks slyly at his statement. Anger boils inside me as I fight back my tears. I look at my husband of 5 years who shamelessly buries himself in another woman in front of me. “Why are you doing this to me?”,I ask, my hands shaking from restraint. He lets out this annoying laugh I once fell head over heels for.

My in-game ID in "Galaxy Rim" was "Moonwalker," and I was the top-paying mage on the entire server. Half a month ago, my Alien-brand computer had been sent in for repairs, so I had borrowed Stacy's cheap laptop once. I never expected her to secretly save my password. Not only did she steal my account, but she also secretly saved my aesthetic social media photos that were only visible for three days, used them to present herself as a rich and beautiful girl, and started flirting with multiple players in the game at once.