Harem Overlord นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The only woman that I would ordain my queen would be someone that I love and not an object of revenge. Anyone could be the Luna of my Pack but not everyone is qualified to be my Queen. My phone started ringing. My eyes diverted to the lamp stand and took it. Quietly, stared at the screen, especially the name that was on display. "If there's nothing else, I'd take my leave, Your Majesty," the maid announced and bowed slightly. I clicked on the answer icon and placed the phone against my ear, without saying a word. "Lord Oren seeks an audience with you," my personal assistant informed me.

Now we’re going to show you what happens when you mess with the Greens and the Petrovs at the same time. The game had changed. It was no longer just revenge. It was total war. And Olivier Lefèvre had just awakened the monster that slept inside each of us. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- End of the main story. To be continued… See you in You Are My Ruin, with Darya’s book.

The Hall of Flame. The words You are commanded rattled in her skull like a blow. No request. No courtesy. Just an order—sharp and absolute. She had once been a princess, and in her kingdom, no one dared command her. Even her father, for all his faults, had couched his demands in pleasantries. Now, a warlord sent for her like she was his possession. Her jaw tensed. It shouldn’t have mattered. She wasn’t a princess anymore. But something inside her burned—quietly insulted, dangerously small. She hated the way it made her feel—helpless. Claimed.

Miles muttered before he flipped to another page. "Vampirar is vampire." I put away the heavy drapes. Bright and blinding rays of the sun penetrated my skin, leaving a somewhat stinging sensation. I stepped away from the windows and grabbed clean clothes, opting for a casual dress and light leather boots. The weather seemed fine, and in case his family invited us to while the day away with more outdoor activities, at least I'd be comfortable. "What's 'dhampirica'?" "Half-vampire, half-human offspring," Miles said flatly.

KINGDOM OF CRAENIA OFREA FÉRET CROWN PALACE "It creates me immense pleasure to have you here, in the lands of Craenia, may the great Moon praise your presence here, prince omega Noir." recited Eric Arnaud Féret, current monarch and alpha leader of all Craenia, with a venia that Axe swore made the old wolf's back ache, but it was no less elegant than the one he himself would have made, wolves were superior, different and exquisite.

The night brought darkness into Enrilth Castle, and only the light of the fireplace helped him to see the warlord’s pleased face above him, his strong arms gripping his waist. He did not understand much of it before, of the feeling he got when Alarick was away, of the warmth seen in the warlord’s eyes when he looked at him, or the pure pleasure he felt when he was touched where no man should be touched. That’s when he knew what Dalli meant. The real meaning. Dalli meant whore. At least for him, that was his place. A warm body for Alarick to sink into. And that’s how a Dalli makes a Warlord a happy man.

It’s messy and soft and raw, and it’s exactly what this goddamn family needs. Arsen’s tossing a salad with that grin that says, “I’m way too happy to be in the middle of this chaos.” Jade and Alexei are duking it out over whether Batman or Spider-Man could beat a bear. And Lorelai? She’s organizing the stuffed animals into what I swear is a political party because apparently even toddlers want to run this estate. But it’s Aurelio who has me watching. The old steel is there—subtle, locked beneath the surface—but so is something new. Something softer.

The doctor just gave him a knowing smile and proceeded out the door. Dayanne, as he heard from the convenience manager awhile ago, is already breathing steadily when he went closer and sat beside her bed. Her brown locks scattered around her pillow. The wounds are already covered with gauges but her blood's scent still lingers. He could not explain the extreme attraction of her scent on him. But he's starting to feel possessive of her. He tried to consult their elders. They all agreed that she must be a part royal. Since the books all explains that human monarchy was chosen by old vampires who picked nobles based on their blood quality.

Beginning of Book 3 Ruled by the Princess: Realm of the Chosen, a Reverse Harem Romance The sound of horses’ hooves beating against packed earth, cheers from the crowded stands, and the jarring clang of wood on metal were all drowned out by the sound of Princess Katrinetta’s heart beating out of her chest as she stared down from the riser. Gripping the wooden barrier that separated her from a fifteen foot fall to the arena floor beneath her, Kit’s knuckles were white, and despite the cool temperatures, a fine line of perspiration beaded her forehead.

She was but a stranger. And it wasn’t like she wanted to do that either. She wanted to keep as much distance between them, remembering his harsh words that were almost like a threat now. He could have returned her. He could have kicked her out last night, but instead, he’d placed her in his harem. Maybe it was because his libido and his carnal desire were too strong for his tiny little brain. It would be the first or the last time a man was lead by his penis. Now, what he said last night felt more like a threat.