Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire Is On Vacation Mga Nobela at Kwento

Liza, my first roommate who had been jailed for killing a councilman had been released long before the war started, and after months of therapy funded by Damon, had given herself into helping convicts who had been convicted wrongly. The harem had been the first creation of Rogu’s to be destroyed completely by Damon. As suspected, he had planned to sacrifice some of the convicted girls to make his hypnosis spells work. The harem had also been a hideout for several other messed up plans he had prepared for the future. Some of Damon’s men had protested, but this time, Damon stood his ground and dismissed any councilman who still stood for evil just as long as it afforded him a few minutes of pl

into my left ear. The Adonis who fucked with my senses within a few seconds and had no idea he did a thing took a gulp of his drink. His Adam's Apple bobbed twice and I was too entranced to not look. He dropped the now empty glass and held a finger to ward the bartender off like he Goddamned owns the place. How controlling these rich men are. From the looks of it stranger here is one of the sinfully rich dudes that Bipasha plan corporate parties for. One wonders how she doesn't have a few babies if she actually caters to people who look like this. He's all sin and seduction without making a single move.

Please, Papa Jesus, I don't want to remember Señorito Adam's snake. She bit her lip. The fear still gnawed at her chest, and despite the fear, she felt a strange admiration for her mysterious philanderer employer. Her innocent mind was battling the good looks and charm of an Adamson Rix de Lorenzo, but it couldn't be. DJ was the one she should like and love. She had only been in the mansion for a week, and that was already what she had received. How much more in two weeks' time or until her grandmother got better? What would she feel for her playboy and sex-loving employer?

"The invitations were almost impossible to get, but I made a last-minute donation—and on top of that, I promised the foundation director we'd drop a ton of cash at the auctions. So move your ass and start getting dressed. We have to be there ASAP." Liam didn't need to be told twice. He left Derrick in Leon's care, along with a nanny, and a few minutes later, he was ready and walking out the door with Cassian. "Tell me everything you know," he said. "He's a Velharaian noble, prince from one of the oldest bloodlines. He's got a bunch of titles and, more importantly, more money than he knows what to do with. Rumor has it he has the biggest harem in the entire Khorath—but unless you're a woman a

She wasn't sure what she would do with herself when the contract expired. Damon opened the door without knocking. He entered the room wearing black pyjamas bottoms. His chest was bare. Ara stared at his sculpted body. Damn, he had such a sexy shape. “Tonight’s chapter is about a cold billionaire who becomes obsessed with the erotic writer under his roof. He fucks her in every corner of his domain. He ruins her until she understands she belongs to him completely.” "That sounds very familiar," Ara smiled. "So I expect you to do a good job."

But he also saw the fire in my eyes, the way I shifted restlessly in my seat, the subtle way I pressed my thighs together when I thought he wasn’t looking. He didn’t say anything at first. He just watched me with that dark, conflicted gaze that always made my heart race. The next morning, over coffee in our kitchen, he finally spoke. “The Harem wants to expand again,” he said, his voice low and measured. “They’re introducing four new regular Daddies this week. All vetted. All powerful. They want a private party at the estate on Saturday. Eighteen men total. I’ll be there. Directing.

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.”

HAZEL He didn't say anything. He just took steps towards me till we were only breath apart. My heart started hammering against my chest when his strong cologne hit my nose. I tilted my head and he indeed seems different than before. Ten years did their work on him. His fine chopped hair, sharp jawline, clean subtle, green eyes, perfect lips, broad chest, six feet tall, Armani suit, Rolex watch, crisp white shirt, tattoo on his forearm- they're all new and different. He wasn't like this before. The man stood in front of me isn't the Atlas whom I knew, he's the billionaire about whom I know nothing. He looks fine, not just fine, he looks gorgeous.

However, once they had finished making out beneath the covers, Dylan had a lot of business to take care of because he was the only heir to their company, and there were many things he needed to take care of. Scarlet's breathing hitched as her toes curled when Dylan kept the stimulation rapid without a break. "Kiss me, hah…D-Dylan!" She shouted when Dylan placed her legs on his shoulder, clinging like a beast between his thighs. He savored, ravaged, and stimulated her as if she was a delicious buffet on a feast.

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