Harrem Novels & Stories

Even if it was a pleasurable occurrence for Cassandra of the past, they've come to realise how wrong it was in a third person's perspective. Falling in love with five people at the same time was tedious. All five falling in love with one girl was like a fairytale. To prevent from heartaches and heart breaks, this reverse harem was hence deemed Forbidden. The Forbidden Reverse Harem shall not continue.

That little girl who had seen him dying infront of her innocent eyes. “Look. I've come this far. Hopefully I’ll make it to the very end, scar.” I grinned to myself. Ares Lombardi--my scar. Where are you...? Where did you go..? Weren't you supposed to kill that hideous man who took away your sister and my father? Where are you hiding...? A mocking chuckle left my mouth. The haze infront my eyes grew as I finished my third can. The sour yet sweet taste had left me bitter intoxicated.

I feel like I am a dead woman coming back from hell to feel another hell. “It can’t be,”I said while crying and fighting the memory that keeps on coming back. I want to block it but I cannot block it because the more I block it; the more it keeps on coming back. “No, I am not Cassandra… I am Irish” I denied myself even though I am already remembering it all. I am trying to deny it because I don’t want to remember the pain and the hatred anymore, but I can’t stop it because what I need to remember will come back and that is the sad truth, and I am like a lost soul. I became hungry again. Hungry for revenge to those who did me wrong, to those who sexually abused me, and to those who treated me

My uncle didn't have power when he was in control but after his death, he got them all; power, wealth and even his asshole was enlarged not literally. I've been trying to find the infamous hitman so that I can end him for good but it was impossible until he killed one of my friends. He ended the life of the third best weapons' dealer, Jeremy, and unknowingly grabbed my attention. If he hadn't made that kill, I would've never found out where he was or who he was. Alessio Romano. Jeremy was the one who would supply me with the weapons I needed. When he died, I hacked into his mansion's footage and saw how he was killed by the Alessio who carelessly revealed that he was The Shadow., his code n

"Six AM sharp. Squad One tags out, Squad Three tags in." Arlo's fingers fly across his keyboard, pulling up the roster. "Vera takes the perimeter. The Dark Elf from the training hall. Her archery is lethal." "True. But every high-ranking monster has an exploitable racial weakness," I say, flashing a wicked smirk. Arlo spins his chair around, his jaw surprisingly tense. "You mean...like sexually harassing a Throne Angel?" I grin. He'd monitored my entire audio feed. "You threatened to kiss a giant, floating eyeball," Arlo mutters, aggressively crossing his arms and looking away.

Trip said. Jake took a long sip from his beer, picking at the label on the bottle. “There’s a new street gang in Hazleton, taking over whatever assets the Dogs left behind. They’re calling themselves the Sons of Doom.” “You want them taken out?” “Yeah,” Jake said and looked Trip in the eye. “If you do that for me, you can have everything west of Chambersburg. It’s Stalker territory I’m giving you there, my territory.” “Consider it done, Wrath,” Trip said, and the two men shook hands. “I’ll tell my guys we’re now friendly.” Jake gave him a look. “That friendship will end if I find out your guys are killing, dealing or selling on my territory.”

Finally her breathing settles enough to answer my questions “On the website it said every time a monster is killed by the wrong weapon it comes back ten times stronger and harder to kill, it also states that it starts killing people without mercy, and without reason.” My face crumples with concern, what does this mean? “Alex did you find out where these weapons are?” She looks at me with fear in her eyes “Yes.” She whispers. My mind takes over “Where are they?” I ask in a rather loud voice. Alex takes a big gulp, oh shit.

She never heard her second-in-command eerily act like this before. “Perhaps you forget…” she looked at Romaine’s russet eyes, full of fear and enigma. “You forget that during the Thirteen Wonders, you cheated on me, you whore of a bitch!” Hemera was about to slap Romaine when an invisible hand halted her in mid-air. The hand was masculine in strength, the strongest one Hemera ever encountered so far. Stronger than that of Avril, the reigning alpha of the Irish pack. “That’s exactly the reason why you shouldn’t indulge in bloodlust in the dead of night!”

Is it pain and sorrow I hear ? "Well that was the first part". Siri looks focused once again. "The good news is even with the super full moon there was only one new hamram. The bad news is that it is a high one and he is less than 50 km away". Siri looks at me. "That means we have a great risk of being attacked when we take down the spells". She looks at Gudrun and Marta. "Is there any other way to do this ?"

Bending as he pressed his back to the Hare's, Cook used Nickel's ears as leverage to throw the Hare over his head and into the nearest wall. Nickel was slow to rise, the wall was bloody when he pushed himself up from it. "So, you're a fucking tom. Shouldn't have revealed your hand." The Hare had a pulsing green gem in his paw now. "I'm good at killing toms." The green glow from the gem began to surround Cook. "I just took care of my dear Captain. I'm gonna make short work of you. Have you ever felt grief before? With this, I can multiply it. Or how about anger? Yes. How about I turn you into a berserker who kills indiscriminately and set you on those skin-sheaths you are trying to save?"