Novel & Cerita Harem Web

Anger, pure anger was written all over her face. "I'm not a slut, neither do I look like some possession from an Harem. I know my worth and I have my reasons for agreeing to have sex with you for two nights. I've endured the first night, but for tonight I won't be able to endure, a doggy style! Really? Do I really look like a sex object to you?" She barked out angrily. "I'm kind of shocked you know what an Harem is, have you ever been to one? No, I doubt that, but how do you know about Harems." I asked, raising my eyebrows up.

“Not who. How.” For a moment, the air seemed to press in on them, thick and metallic. Old magic had a taste copper and earth, like blood soaking into roots. This was that, and more. Yara’s hand trembled over the surface of the table, tracing patterns only she understood. “Three flames,” she whispered. “Three where there should be two.” Several heads turned sharply. “You’re speaking of the old verse,” Thane said. “It is no verse,” Yara replied. “It is prophecy. And we buried it for a reason.”

You are being chosen to join the harem to help relieve warriors. The harem ended years ago and was stopped by the current lycan king's father. It was never supposed to happen again. Everyone believed and thought it to be abolished. The way they selected through the females was repulsive. They would find the healthiest ones from each pack, and I'm not talking about their health. I'm speaking about their female parts. They looked for women who had luscious breasts and plump butts.

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?”

It felt as though I was just another piece of his collection of women, a trinket to be stored away until he desired me again. I had hoped I would not return to the harem, but it was where he wanted me, and the sweet, familiar scents of jasmine and sandalwood greeted me once again as I entered the harem. The other women sat on silk cushions, smoking or drying their skins off or indulging in whatever hobbies they thought would make them more attractive to Alpha Grey.

The door of the courtroom banged open and revealed an Argentina blue short hair beauty. She has fire in her aqua yet deep eyes, and her facial expressions were so serious that scares the other person that she might attack. She was carrying a long mighty sword that was just perfect for her well-shaped strong body. She seems like a warrior who is always ready for war. But this wasn’t a brawl instead the war of her dreams. A war to alternate the history of their kingdom. She wanted to bring light to her shady kingdom by becoming their queen. And for that, she has to convince her stubborn Dad, who is also the kingdom’s king.

“Nope. But that hasn’t stopped us from hoping that maybe one day it will happen. Wouldn’t it be awesome to be one of the first wolves who is blessed by the moon goddess after our kind has suffered for so long without it?” “Yeah, amazing,” I say, giving her what I hope is a convincing smile as the reality of just how special Kenton’s and my pairing truly is. We are the first of our kind in centuries. It’s a fact that is hard to wrap my head around. “Oh, I hope that I will be blessed enough to find my mate!” Zara giggles, slipping her arm back through mine and continuing towards what I now recognize as the area that I had gone to when I was practicing my magic—the place that I haven’t been abl

They looked like they were trying to kiss but something was keeping them from doing so. It seemed ironic that Layla would be reading a romance novel when she seemed like the last person on earth who wanted to fall in love. It was also ironic that she was stuck in a harem for a man that seemed revolted by affection. Rebecca looked away. She went to rub her face to alleviate some of the burning, but she remembered she was wearing makeup just before she was about to mess up Yasmine’s hard work. She lowered her hand and clenched the dress’s fabric in her fists.

Now he got married to a middle aged millionaire and most probably got here as her plus one. Noah stepped half in front of me, voice low and dangerous. “Walk away.” Mace’s eyes flicked to him, then back to me. “Still need three men to fight your battles, huh? Pathetic.” I opened my mouth to answer but a soft voice cut through. “Darcelle Vance?” I turned. An older woman in her late sixties with her silver hair in an elegant chignon, navy gown, pearl earrings stood smiling warmly. I recognized her instantly. It was Margaret Hale, founder of Hale Global Logistics.

I peeked inside to see the coffee pot sitting beside two mugs. “Wait a sec….” Before I could think anything else, I heard someone behind me. I turned around to meet a familiar face. Blonde hair, plump lips, gray eyes and a tall, curvy figure with a perfect tan skin. “Hi! You must be Pearl!” She hugged me tightly. “I am Delisha Evans, your roommate. Can’t wait to be friends with you!” ****