Harem Webtoon Novels & Stories

The professor, oblivious to the term, questioned, "What does 'harem' mean?" I cast a wry smile at him. "Professor, sometimes ignorance is bliss." Randy, always eager to enlighten, explained, " 'Harem' means one man dating multiple women at the same time!" The professor frowned, his disapproval evident. "Oh, this won't do! One should be faithful!" "It's just a novel! But what intrigues me about this one is the male lead; I've never seen a protagonist in a harem novel this hard to pursue!" Randy said.

“I’ll say. I heard the rumors, but I didn’t think they were true. Though there was no way my Harley bear would find his mate and not tell his gran about it.” Harley’s face reddened even more. His gran? “I’ve been meaning to come by, but I wasn’t really sure how to explain the situation,” Harley said sheepishly. “You mean the fact that she has multiple mates?” The woman said, a bit of amusement in her tone. “Is it true then? Is she the Moon Queen reincarnated?” Harley opened his mouth to say something but then he closed it, unsure of what to say exactly. I could tell he was uncomfortable with this topic, and I couldn’t blame him. It was about me and they were acting like I wasn’t even there.

Hunter asked, and the two ignored him. "What are you reading exactly? Is it romance? Action?" Edgar inquired. Joel answered after a yawn. "Sport anime, Haikyuu. I finished it." Then he yawned again. Yawn is something contagious. Just seeing him yawning made Edgar and Hunter did the same. “A werewolf reading human’s sport anime, that’s very odd,” Edgar laughed. “It will be more funny if a werewolf is reading romantic story,” Hunter added. As soon as he said that, the person standing in front of the line dropped a book.

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.

"Because you will become the target of jealousy. The concubines will torn you apart if they did not like you There shouldn't be jealousy in the Harem, but well... A woman's heart can't help but feel jealousy." The Harem was nothing as I imagined. I always imagined that there were hundreds of beautiful women waiting to accompany the King or Prince in bed, and they wore revealing clothes and learned to dance. It wasn't like that. A harem was a "lady's castle." Only women live here. Men are forbidden. And the purpose of the Harem was to produce the members of the royal family. There were not hundreds of concubines, as people say. The King only had 39 concubines, while the Prince had 11, includi

And me—I'm exactly where I need to be, holding her steady while my packmates worship her. This is what reverse harem means. Not just multiple partners. But true unity. True sharing. All of us focused on her pleasure, her needs, her satisfaction. "We should move this to the bedroom," Luciano says, voice strained. "More space." "Agreed," I manage. But extracting ourselves from the shower proves difficult when none of us want to stop touching her. We manage eventually, water dripping everywhere, stumbling toward the bedroom in a tangle of limbs. Amaya laughs—actually laughs—and the sound is so unexpected, so perfect, that we all freeze.

My in-game ID in "Galaxy Rim" was "Moonwalker," and I was the top-paying mage on the entire server. Half a month ago, my Alien-brand computer had been sent in for repairs, so I had borrowed Stacy's cheap laptop once. I never expected her to secretly save my password. Not only did she steal my account, but she also secretly saved my aesthetic social media photos that were only visible for three days, used them to present herself as a rich and beautiful girl, and started flirting with multiple players in the game at once.

Music thudded from inside the bar, muffled but persistent. My laptop rested on my lap as I pushed myself to focus on work. Palace politics were a tangled mess, one I needed to unravel before it strangled Liora further. I scanned the ancient legal database for the third time tonight, my eyes burning, patience wearing thin. And there, it was again. Cold. Unyielding. Cruel! “A king’s mate must be formally entered into the royal harem prior to coronation.” Harem! That word tasted like ash!

She wasn’t foolish enough to defy Master Alex, though. “Tell me, is your lover’s not good enough that you act like a crazed woman starving for touch?” “Yes, he’s not as strong as you. You’re the best.” Zemira had no illusions about why she became a bedwarmer for lecherous men. She was willing to degrade herself for the sake of her obsession.

“I read about it in a book, and I thought it might work well because of your baby bump.” “What book was that?” I ask “The Kama Sutra for Pregnant People?” He laughs. “No, it was called, How to Make Love When Your Woman is Prego,” he explains. I wonder if he would mind sharing the book with the other Alphas. As far as I can tell, none of the Alphas seem to have a problem sharing, which works in my favor. Reece holds me close, and I feel sleepiness descending upon me. Any more, sleeping, eating, and having sex are about all I do. I wish my life was more exciting, especially since I know everything will change so drastically once the babies are born.