Harem Room Novels & Stories

Such pretending, I did not notice it at all. "Didn't you say it earlier that you want separate rooms?" "I-if it is this way I will likely to assault Alan-sama... However, these kind of things are absolutely no good..." "...Geez" What is this cute girl? Is this really my childhood friend? Seriously? I'm so happy right now. "Didn't I say come at any time? I'll scorn myself if I didn't do it with a sexy woman like you. Besides, I love erotic women, those who come at me, I shall never refuse them"

I explained that I had only been able to enter the apartment because of the code her friend had provided. When I showed her the code, Miss Haze muttered something under her breath before abruptly standing up and suggesting she show me my room. She mentioned that she wasn't expecting someone, so the room might appear a bit plain. She led me to a spacious room across the hallway, complete with a bed, walk-in closet, small desk, and armchair. The minimalist interior of the room impressed me, and I promptly unpacked my suitcase in the large walk-in closet.

She asks. “How do I start?” I ask. “Come on, we’ll write our names…” Teresa says, grabbing my hands as she takes my hand. We arrive at a grand archway leading of the harem house, its entrance are flanked by two golden pillars. As we enter into the room, there is a riot of colours and movement of harem women of all ages. Teresa walks to a large, ornately decorated table, where a regal woman sat, presiding over the list of participants. She is surrounded by assistants busily attending to the names already inscribed.

Even if it was a pleasurable occurrence for Cassandra of the past, they've come to realise how wrong it was in a third person's perspective. Falling in love with five people at the same time was tedious. All five falling in love with one girl was like a fairytale. To prevent from heartaches and heart breaks, this reverse harem was hence deemed Forbidden. The Forbidden Reverse Harem shall not continue.

A smug smirk played on his lips as he scrolled through his phone, completely unbothered by my presence. The infuriating bastard was doing it deliberately. The following morning, I woke up expecting a moment of peace. Instead, I was greeted by absolute chaos. Half the room had been completely commandeered by Raihan. Designer outfits were draped carelessly over chairs, luxury watches littered the desk, and an assortment of expensive footwear was scattered across the floor as though the room were his personal dressing suite. I stood there in stunned disbelief, my irritation mounting with every passing second. The arrogant jerk hadn't merely moved in—he had laid claim to the room.

" In an instant, her face went bright red as though she was being strangled. There was a series of mocking chuckles coming from the other end of the call. Theo was not the only person who heard her emotional speech. "I know that girl. She's always trying to seduce guys left and right. She's positively starving for a man's affection." "She's so manipulative and ugly. I knew she was rather sick in the head, but I didn't think she'd be like this while acting all meek and fragile in public." "What rotten luck to have such a roommate."

Desire found herself standing in the middle of her Master's room as if she was a dancer on display. The scene reminded her of how ladies from the Harem were made to perform in front of senior ranked citizens. The only difference was the clothes she was putting on, the prostitutes were said to be made to dance naked. The Harem is a place where prostitute stays and the only place where prostitution is legal. She looked around the room and realized there were mirrors everywhere, at almost every corner of the room. Something was glaring back at her. It was her reflection.

She shouted tightening the hold on the knot of her bathrobe. " You are here baby girl. Oh God thank you so much! By the way, you are looking so----- "Just get the hell out of my room." She yelled again "Why should I go out of here, this is my room too." He said calmly. "What do you mean?" She asked, confused "WE ARE ROOMMATES, BABY GIRL." ********************* He is JAXON WILSON, the bad boy. . . She is SAMARA GRAY, the good girl.

I exhale, forcing myself to forget everything. The warriors escort me through a massive house, its interior just as grand as its exterior. The hallways stretch endlessly, the air thick with the scent of wood, leather, and something undeniably masculine. We finally stop before a door—twice my height, made of dark oak, with intricate carvings of wolves and moons. Another of the warriors bows his head. “This is the mating room.” As the words leave his mouth, my heart pounds in my chest. Before I can speak, they turn and walk away, the heavy thud of their boots fading down the hall.

He gave my hand a sharp, silent squeeze. "The Strategy Room is in the east wing," Elira noted, pointing down a corridor lined with tapestries. "As are the training pits, the war-room, and the private theater. The kitchens are west, but you shouldn't need to hunt for your own meals here. Pick up any house-link and press 2 for service. There is a full bar in the Strategy Room and another in the banquet hall." "An actual theater?" I asked, my voice echoing in the high ceiling. "In a private residence?"