Harem Sang Sultan Novels & Stories

Zelia tsked and Ysa used her left hand to cover the side of her mouth as she whispered it to Zelia's ear,"His Majesty never touch anyone of his harems. Also, I heard that he dislike it when a woman would dare to lay a hand on him." She was looking at her curiosity as Ysa went back to her position as sitting the stone-like bench. "What does that mean? I mean, duh... what's your purpose of having lots of harems if you can't pleasure him or he can pleasure you. What's wrong with His Majesty?"Zelia chuckled as she asked nonchalantly. To put it bluntly, she doesn't really interested. Ysa chuckles at her expression, "I don't even know why, but the only woman that he touched is only you."

A hint of a smirk grazed his lush lips when he said, “Spread your legs and show me your cunt, Princess.” BLURB: He is my only chance at freedom. She is the daughter of my enemy. Will their love survive? Zain As the Sultan of one of the most powerful countries in the Middle-East, I need to find my Sultana. But I don’t intend to have heirs or even get married. Until I stumbled into Nasrin Elbaz. I cannot resist her. So I will claim her as mine. My Sultana. My Wife. My Lover.

Nothing else. Now, I’m seeing that there are more. So much more that he feels. And I’m the recipient of most of them. I don’t think many people have seen him the way I saw him a few nights ago. His body was almost shaking with need. Don’t get too ahead of yourself. The man had a harem. Surely, one of the multiple experienced women has made him lose his mind before. You’re nothing special. I ignored the dark voice in my head that was whispering those things.

His remaining eye was as dark as any she had ever seen. “And this imposing creature is Ahmed, a representative of the Sultan of Djibul. He will ensure your compliance, I can assure you of that.” Djibul was a land to the east. No-one had ever clapped eyes on its ruler and lived to tell of it. “Behave, and we may recommend you join his harem. Play up and – ” He drew a finger slowly across his throat. A curved sword appeared as if by magic, though it had probably been concealed among Ahmed’s robes.

It rumbled in its full glory as my eyes keenly observed her gown, that latest edition Louis Vuitton dress burned me with molten lava erupted after a furious explosion. It was so difficult to control myself, but suppressing my fury, I asked her, “Please pardon me for being nosy, are you the only lady serving His Majesty? What about the other girls in the harem?” My question directly hit her aching nerve as Amara’s face lost its color for a second. The two minions behind her spoke at once to brag about their sexual relationships. “His Majesty calls us twice a month during our fertile time. He is an upright man, taking care of his females in every possible way.”

First, he had yelled at me, and now he was threatening to have me leave the house for some godforsaken place. “Do you need to ask?” he frowned deeply. “Or should I remind you that you are a young woman who will be married soon? At the Harten Rose, you will get proper training that will prepare you for marriage.” “I am not going to the Harten Rose,” I fired back. “I am not going anywhere.” The words echoed through the room, and was immediately filled with silence. “I never told you that you have a choice,” he replied coldly. “You are going, and that is final.”

Sultan laughed quietly. “She’s not acting like someone who can feel the mate bond,” I grimaced and carried her to the other side of the bed. “She’s traumatized.” He realized, leaving me to question why. “She’s grieving.” Sultan’s voice lowered, getting sad. “She lost a pup. I sensed it when she crashed into the ritual circle.” She was pregnant? She’s been with another? She was with a fucking scum! Who was he? I lost it. Rage surfaced and I coiled my hands into fists.

The boy was both heartbroken and angry as such a sight only caused Isis to laugh, mentally calling him cute. While Maria was chatting with Mai and Julian, a bunch of whispering voices and high pitched squeals caught her attention as she looked in the direction that stole the attention of half the people at the banquet. She saw a flashy group of boys her age standing together in a group. 'Ah, I see that Alan and the other harems' targets are together.' Maria directed her eyes towards the corner of the room. Sitting down in their own little private area was the empire's crown prince, along with his best friend and future advisor, Gilbert.

I nodded, slowly sipping the finest espresso I had ever had in my life. “Wyatt, I have chosen you to be part of my harem.” “I heard that part. I don't know what that means, but I did hear that part.” “It means a lot of things. It means I am asking you to be part of my family, my love, my life, for as long as you live. You will never need anything, never want for anything. You want a blonde? A brunette? Both? You got it. Just like this library. And more. You will never yearn for dig sites. You will never beg yourself to go back to study. It will all be right here, for you. It means that I will love you as my own, my darling sweet archaeologist.”

The harem is quiet. Too quiet.