Novel & Cerita Harem Of Woman

Dominic POV The graveyard was cold and heavy with silence. The wind cut through the bare branches, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and old flowers. Rows of weathered stones stretched endlessly, but my eyes found only one. I stood before it, my chest rising and falling slowly as my dark eyes lingered on the portrait of a woman carved into the granite. Under her face, the elegant words were etched clearly: Helena Halvourne, 30 years old. My wife.

"Is it a man? Are you letting a man sexually exploit you just so you can make a few hundred dollars? I seriously cannot believe you're letting yourself be a sex slave just for money. You're finally growing into the bitch that you've always been." "Or what? Are you applying to be a surrogate mother? I wouldn't be surprised knowing how shameless you are. If you could throw your mother away, you can throw your child away." "Selfish and pathetic, that's all you've ever been. Being a rich man's bitch isn't going to redeem you from everything you've done!" "Is there a problem, Miss Davies?" Luckily for me, Charles intervened before Liam could fight his nail further into my wounds. I sucked in a de

“We love you.” I closed my eyes, safe and full and completely theirs. The night had been everything I needed and more. A perfect celebration of the four of us together. “And we want more babies from you.” Revenge. Love. All in a month led to this. No one can separate us now since the council had approved the unification system where all the three packs would now be led by my mates and their successors in the coming years. They are really my revenge harem. I love them very much.

So, I spoke hurriedly. “Please pardon my offense, but I am just an omega. His Majesty is kind enough to let me serve him.” Another lady scoffed, rolling her eyes at my omega status. “You look young, probably a virgin. It’s enough for royal men to allow a woman in their vast harem. Not a big deal!” As the complexities of harem became their topic of discussion, Jane seized this opportunity and got Lady Isabella’s approval. We both sighed in relief after successfully walking out of the Palace’s gates.

Their reputation preceded them. Lucian and Lorian were the owners of The Witching Hour and were perfectly mismatched; Lucian with his dark, brooding intensity, and Lorian sparkling with an easy charm that seemed to draw light from the neon glow. Despite their contrasting personalities, they shared a palpable energy that felt... different. Unaware of the mystical undercurrent that linked them, they exuded a charisma that demanded attention. They were known womanizers. They always shared one woman and were never seen with the same woman twice. That is exactly what she wanted. No strings, no pressure, no rules…just raw desire.

, Henry thundered. “I will do it myself. I made the wrong love and husband choice and have paid for it ever since. But now, enough is enough. He has crossed all limits. I have been going easy on revenge. No more. I will bury him alive. I owe it to all the women. Especially those like me, who are not pretty. Neglected and looked down upon by most and suffering from inferiority complex due to our looks, we tend to be easily swayed by little words of praise and love”, Sarah said, her voice getting steadier by the word.

She asked. "No, my husband is not a murderer, I don't want to know anything!" I yelled at her "Oh come on sweetie, I know you do" She smiled. "I said......" "What you said doesn't matter, I'll tell you anyways, your beloved Husband and sweetheart killed the two most important and closet people to beings on earth, be it humans, werewolves or vampires" She said, studying the room. "What a lovely painting" she gazed at the sun's painting in our room.

Silver: “Any girl who steps into this place automatically becomes a harem girl. We don't ask what crimes they committed, so we don't segregate,” the matron argued, giving the younger woman who had brought me in, a wary look. I squinted in confusion, wondering what crimes had to do with being in a harem. If this was some sort of substitute for prison, then it was way worse than I thought. However, I couldn't imagine any of the beautiful, innocent-looking girls committing crimes that would sentence them to a lifetime of pleasing men.

“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.

Yasmine was of course well aware that powerful men have a tendency to hoard women at their side. This has been a part of Yasmine’s culture also back home and it was really nothing new at all. “You don’t understand, Yasmine. What I'm trying to tell you is that i already have a huge harem of women waiting back for me somewhere in this vast collections of worlds.” Tristan expounded on his words. “How many are we talking about exactly?” It was Yasmine’s turn to get curious on how capable his man truly was. “More than one million women.” Tristan answered and to say that Yasmine was shocked was a grave understatement indeed.