Novel & Cerita Harem Sang Sultan

""Bastion." I raked my hungry eyes down his chiseled features. His tan skin and masculine body had my wolf panting-- Before I even finished observing, he let out a deep growl from his throat, grabbing onto my face and crashing his lips onto mine. I instinctively jumped into his strong arms, wrapping my legs around his muscular torso as he carried me with ease to the back wall. His eyes were deep black, and I could feel that mine were too by the way my wolf growled back at him in response. He didn't bother stopping and instead pushed me against the wallpaper with delightful force. It was as if his wolf was fighting me into submission, his hands tangling in my hair and gripping my @$$ simultan

Jonathan asked gently, caressing her face. Mariana teased Jonathan, ignoring Jessi and her redundant question. “Jonathan, I was just telling Lil about your plans to open a Harem like the old emperors did, have a bunch of concubines on the side. Were you lost planning that?” Mariana asked innocently. Before Jonathan could retort, Jessi chimed in, “How could you say something like that? Everyone knows President Smith has high standards and does not play around. Or perhaps it was someone else who suggested this.”

A blatant show of wealth and power while the people outside suffered. The room key-ed out and what was left was the man sitting at the head of the table. He was relaxed, almost slouching in the chair as he basked in a glory that had been handed to him. He hadn’t worked for anything he had and he would never work to keep it. All he had to do was say it and it would be his or his soldiers would get it for him. Syrus didn’t so much as smile as the women of his harem greeted him. Jasmine was the first one to go to him. She lowered her head.

“You will be.” The attendant stepped away once the oil covered every inch of her skin. The Sultan circled her again, slower this time, his eyes dragging over her like hands. When he stopped in front of her, he brushed a thumb across her lower lip. “Tonight,” he said, “you sleep in the harem chamber. Tomorrow night… you sleep in my bed.” Amira jerked away from his touch, her breath shaking. The Sultan didn’t get angry. He simply tilted his head, amused. “Fight if you must. It only makes the surrender sweeter.”

"Th-they are in the P-palace. They are ch-chosen to go into His M-Majesties harem. They will not be sold." ________________________ -Zohara

"Your majesty, I believe money can't buy happiness so it doesn't matter if you'll give me fifteen gold coins or the whole wealth you have to me." "I see..." The emperor got disheartened. He thought he just got rejected but it's just his assumption. A wide wicked grin slowly forms on Xu Zhengming's lips. "But if you'll let me interact with the members of your harem, I'm good with it." His majesty, "My... harem...?" "That's right. If you'll let me, I'll marry you." The harem of the eighth generation's emperor has no lesser than twenty-five women. Not bad for Xu Zhengming. And also, there's a big chance that his child will become the next ruler of the empire!

"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—"

"You have had four more women in the time that we met. These infatuations are good for no one. You should go back to the palace and re-marry. Alliances are a necessity. Heirs to fight and become bright talents is also a part of our history and tradition. You cannot keep running to me as if I can change the course of a flowing pounding waterfall of your fathers and forefathers. I am just a girl." "You became a princess of a country on your own merits. You were trained at the same cultivation as I was. Who else? What woman can compare to you? Who has died and lived more than a life? Who else is my equal when it comes to queen and ruling? Come manage my harem. I will make it howeve

The queen then replied, "If that's the case, just have me and satisfy this one woman. Do you agree, Your Majesty?" "I agree wholeheartedly. Let us go to the resting chamber; I will gladly give you unparalleled satisfaction, Beloved Emily!" Sultan Murat embraced his wife's slender waist, and her body, wrapped in valuable satin fabric, sank into his embrace. "You are my favorite man!" Emily exclaimed with a hearty laugh.

"Madeline… You did all this so I would wake up and see what's in front of me, right? I know I messed up. Let's try again. Please." Before he could say another word, Vincent arrived and kicked him away. "Back off," Vincent said coldly. "Keep your hands off my fiancée." Hendrick's eyes widened. "Madeline! We just had a fight, and you're already with someone else? How could you be so cruel?" I actually laughed. "You were tangled up with your best friend the whole time, and you're questioning me? And that wasn't a fight. I dumped you! I told you then, we were done."