Harem Room Novels & Stories

He kept walking. Room 214 was on the second floor of an older building where the halls were too narrow and the air smelled like dust and wet stone. He paused outside the seminar room. Through the leaded glass door, he could hear voices. Laughter. A debate. Someone quoting Rilke. He stepped inside. The room had tall windows with cold light spilling through. Old wooden desks arranged in a rough circle. Books piled on a side table. The professor — a thin man with a coffee stain on his sweater and a gaze like a crow — nodded to him without interrupting the discussion.

•.• Skylar •.• “I’m Room 16,” Harper said, staring at her phone. “Queens Hall.” She looked up at me. The school had sent out details of students’ dorm rooms and every other vital piece of information through email. “What room are you?” she asked, and I pursed my lips, staring down at my phone. “Room 17…” I was interrupted when Harper shrieked and threw her arms around me. “Our rooms will be right next to each other!” she grinned, and I cocked my head to the side.

"Where?" "In my lounge on the fourth floor. Did you forget I have a room there?" "Is Doctor Chris willing? He looks remorseful and guilty about cheating on his wife!" "Men need entertainment, Nina! A woman as beautiful and sexy as you is the entertainment every man needs. I'll talk to him, I'm sure he won't refuse. We're going to have some wild, hot sex tonight. I'm sure he won't regret it." ***

Such a beautiful picture had burned itself into their brains as they vowed to themselves to turn this wishful dream into a reality one day in the future. "Mmm, you know, maybe I have a shot of being Ria-chan's future husband." Akihito walked over and threw his arm over Maria's shoulder, blissfully choosing to ignore the promising threats of death Luna’s and Richard's glaring eyes threw at him. -- Elsewhere, a young girl’s features were hidden by the room's richness as each piece of furniture was made from high-grade wood. The walls were pastel yellow, but every inch was trimmed in precious gold but what made the room feel more child-like was the collection of stuffed animals against the wall

At the edge of the fountain, women were seated, giggling and playing with each other’s hair. The women in the harem looked a bit older than us, probably in their early thirties. Their eyes fell on us, and the devious smirk they shot us was not comforting at all. As we passed by them, I could’ve sworn I heard one of them mutter, “This year’s feast is definitely going to be an interesting one.” I don’t even want to know what that means. Rodrick led us into another section of the harem. A large room filled with bathtubs of steaming hot water came into view.

Yun and the handmaidens retreated regularly, abandoning her. "Please come in," said the eunuch, opening the door and letting Aranjo in. Without hesitation, Aranjo stepped into the room. This room does not deserve to be called a room, but rather a hall. The room is so spacious with perfect lighting. At the end of the room was a giant bed with tall pillars supporting a thin mosquito net. In the middle of the room, exactly on the floor, a carpet of tiger fur stretched wide. There is not much furniture, only a low table and a couple of cabinets where rolls of documents are stored.

This pack could be the hope they were eagerly waiting for. If only Harper were here, she’d tell him not to take the opportunity for granted. That he should grab it while it’s available. “This will be your conjoined room.” – the woman who guided them opened a tall and huge room. Damon was the first one to step inside and saw how generous Marion could be. The room has a striking appearance. Inside were a small living room with bamboo-made long chairs and a marble table. At the back were three small doors which Damon believes where the beds were.

Why would such a nasty path lead to such a beautiful hall? What got her gawking was the hall's harem-kind of interior. The hall was very long in length although its width wasn't that much. Strong pillars were holding the shimmering roof up that held many beautiful chandeliers. What got her frowning was the actual presence of women in the hall. This was indeed a harem. Ragnar's harem. Her frown deepened when she realized that term didn't sit quite well with her for some reason. Whatever the reason was, she let it remain hidden. No way in hell would she feel jealous about him.

I ask, lazing around in my bed instead of reading the books that Harbin had left me. Then, I trail my fingers on Theo’s chest. He is still heaving after a powerful orgasm. He shifts his body towards me and interlaces his legs on mine. He places his hand on my back and pulls me closer to him so that my stomach is touching his hard one. “They did,” he answers. “Who is it?” “A servant of one of the harem women who is not successful to bear me a child.” I flinch, but instead, he traps me on his arms and legs. “Now that the harem building burned, where is your harem going to stay?”

“Put them in the magic rooms.” “Yes, Sire,” one of the warriors says. Neil and Trevor come running down the steps, both of them looking slightly terrified. “Neil, take Demi and her mother to one of the Omega rooms. Make sure they are comfortable. Put the harem she-wolves in the servant’s quarters. Tell Deacon to take a look at them. They’re not healing well.” “Yes, Sire,” Neil says without any hesitation. The butler summons his Omegas and they immediately start to unload the women from the bus we ended up renting, and herd them in the direction of the back doors.