Harem Protagonist Novels & Stories

This had to be a very watered-down version of whatever they did back in their military days, and their training, and connections, were still as sharp as ever. Those we were playing against ganged up on us and it was over. As we were waiting to start a new game, there was chatter over the mic. "The woman's with FT-1. She's the one with the cowboy hat." My character's description resounded. Were they going to intentionally target me? It sounded that way.

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"It's like us but we're not. You mean it literally. That's the safest thing that we can get. We can't have a relationship like the others. You have an image to protect. You already broke the law for your harem—" "I can always put my harem back, Alessia, but there will be no other woman in my harem but you. You alone, you'll be woman and my concubine—" "Harem? How can it be a harem if there's only one woman there?" I raised my eyebrows at what he said. Harem with only one woman? I think that's wrong. I saw that Elijah grinned mischievously. "Why? You are more than hundreds of women. I was never satisfied before—because they are not you—"

Ramah said slowly, raising her gaze. Jazell took a bite from the red apple in her lean fingers. "If you should worry about anyone trying to hurt you, then the person sitting in front of you should be your first target." "And that is why I ask again, what do you want from me? Ramah fixed her gaze on Jazell. "The harem is a battlefield; we make enemies…we try to eliminate our opponents. Most especially we make friends with people who we never expect to make friends with." Jazell said, taking another bite from the apple.

“You know my new weapon?” “Oh, I know him all too well,” Direken replies, a dangerous smirk twisting his mouth. “He once belonged to my kingdom, but he defected to that hedonistic kingdom of Altinna. He’s part of the princess’s disgusting harem.” I should have seen this coming, should have realized that Direken would have shown up here. I curse the holes in my Sight, my arrogance in thinking Direken would go back to Ambrosia. I should have anticipated his alliance with the Oceanans.

Of course, he isn’t phased. “It’s not about me liking it, I’m just confused… A harem and multiple wives are the norm here… but going to other kingdoms and taking women who are not part of your-” He places a finger to my lips before he pushes me inside and steps inside himself. The women make to close the doors and although I shake my head at them; they don’t obey, simply smiling at me happily. “You really are too intrigued in matters of fucking.” He sighs, making me frown, but he smirks arrogantly right after. “I do not blame you. You have been here several days, yet you have not been taken care of.”

'I did do good, didn't I? Han's wolf lets out a huff. I'm the youngest out of the three of us, and it shows. The guys think I can be immature a lot of the time, but I feel like it's my responsibility to keep things light. Tate has the burden of being the Alpha, which means he's always worrying and stressing. Han is constantly on guard thanks to his past, but he's far more chill than Tate. I'm strong and ruthless when I need to be, but for the most part, I try to be the comedic relief that every group needs. What I didn't know was that there is one more person a group needs... the strongest piece. The piece that pulls everything into place, and that is Willow.

Daring to cross such realms had never truly crossed her mind but as her eighteenth birthday begins to approach, she knows her future is already set in two paths; sold as a slave to another cruel master or work in the brothels as one of the many town whores. Driven by purpose and a thirst to change the fate aligned for her, Ariadne disguises herself as a boy and crosses realms in search of a greater life-- But what meets her on the other end is so much more. WARNING; This story is rated R for mature audiences only. It contains sexual themes, violence, gore, profanity and nonconsent. Readers discretion is advised.

His slightly rough, large hand roamed, sliding down toward Sarah’s fair, delicate thighs, then forcefully pried them apart, preventing her legs from closing. “Be a good girl… I’ll give it to you right away.” As if sensing Sarah’s anxiety and burning desire, he offered a low, seductive reassurance. Yet between his legs, his erection rose without warning; the scorching, rigid shaft stood tall, a powerful symbol of masculinity that showcased his dominance and lust.

“I still go crazy sometimes… but it’s a good kind of crazy. Knowing you have them to protect you when I can’t… it calms me.” Zedekiah approached and knelt in front of me, holding my hand. “I’m the one who needs you the most,” he confessed, a rare moment of vulnerability. “You’re the only one who can tame what I am. The others help me not to suffocate you.” Lohan winked at me. “And I’m the one who makes everyone laugh so they don’t lose it. Someone has to bring lightness to this harem of possessive mobsters.” Noah closed his book and smiled softly.