Hell Harem

No conscious? Check! Inappropriate humor? Check! Breaking several laws to be with their mates? Check! No f*cks left to give? Check! These wolves have gone through hell and back - and now they're back for revenge, claiming back what was once taken from them... Book 1: Hell's Alpha (Chapter 1 - 66) (WARNING: Polygamy) Book 2: Hell's Angel (Chapter 67 - 140 updating) (WARNING: huge age-gap couple) Book 3: Hell's Beast (Coming soon!) (WARNING: Contains actions of fur-to-skin sex)

For as long as I can remember, my family and I have been living in an underground basement that's completely shut off from the outside world. My parents have told me that the zombie apocalypse is terrorizing the outside world. The air is completely plagued with the zombie virus, and we'll die if we ever leave the basement. In order to save the supplies—which are already dwindling, to begin with—I've starved myself to the point I'm all skin and bones despite being only 18 years old. When I realize that there's only one last can of food left, I leave behind a suicide note. "Mom, Dad, now there's one less mouth to feed. You'll last a few more days." After that, I slit my wrist right away. Once I'm dead, my soul phases through the thick and heavy metal door. Bright sunlight illuminates the entire world. It's a beautiful, peaceful world filled with greenery. I can even hear birds chirping in the distance. Mom, Dad, and a bunch of people are throwing a barbecue party on the lawn. The mouth-watering smell of food being grilled permeates the air. So, it turns out that the zombie apocalypse is just a lie that's designated to trap me inside the fortress. I'm the only one who has died in this sunny, peaceful world.

If I know one thing, it is that I know nothing for sure. I know nothing about my existence, who I am and the one I love. My name is Baela Rossi and although I am a really smart girl, I make really poor choices. I agreed to be mated to this worldly guy I barely knew, who was a wanderer without a pack. My reason? - He intrigued me...he was rebellious, arrogant, wickedly handsome and he saved my life!  I fell hard for him but I felt something was wrong because he acted cold towards me. I was too innocent and naive to believe someone as cold would be my mate after he had the world at his feet. It took him becoming the alpha of my pack and I losing my place for me to realise the bitter truth of my existence - it was all built on deceptive honesty and now my life was worthless! In my deepest grieve, I turned to him as my Alpha and my future mate but instantly nothing was the same. He changed towards me to my surprise...the one who had my heart and he rejected me! I could see the hell in his eyes...the hell he wanted to put me through. He wanted to erase his very memory from my mind...but our fate was already sealed, a fate I could never have imagined...

"Your punishment. Shall we?," Matteo asked, this time moving towards me. He stepped closer and ripped open my half-buttoned shirt. "If other men can have you," he added quietly, "Why can't I?" I froze. "You—" "You have two choices," Matteo said, undoing his cufflinks and pushing me back toward the bed. “Choose wisely.” "One: take your pants off. Let me see what you used on my brother." "Two: I call Alessandro and have him come watch what I do to you." "You're insane," I snapped. "Does your brother know you're a fucking pervert?" "He doesn't need to," Matteo said, his hand settling on my belt. "He only needs to know you betrayed him." He said as my buckle clicked open. "And now, La mia bambola ( My Doll).” Matteo continued softly, "You're about to learn what consequences really mean." Betrayed by his fiancee two days to their wedding, Alessandro spirals and falls into the hands of a play boy--Luca Mariani. Matteo Rossi, Alessandro's brother looks into Luca and finds a full file of his promiscuous nature, seven men in two months. He warns Luca to flee from his brother but Luca has no intention of doing so. What happens when luca finds out that the so called overprotective brother is the feared head of the Italian mafia. And worst still finds him in bed with another man. Let's find out!!

"You gave your body to a man who didn’t know what to do with it," Cane murmured, his breath hot on her skin. "Let us show you what it means to be wanted… by three." Riley gave everything to her marriage until she walked in on her husband and his stepsister cheating on her. The betrayal shattered her… but only for a moment as she proposes to the one thing he's always wanted: an open marriage. He thought she’d crumble. Instead, she chose revenge. And nothing stings more than the fact that she picked his three best friends to help her get it. Three ruthless bikers. Three men who don’t share unless it’s worth the risk. Three Alphas who made Riley theirs the moment she said yes to them. Now every night, she gives them what her husband took for granted—moans, surrender, and something dangerously close to love. He watches from the sidelines. Burning. Regretting but it's too late. Because she’s not just taking back her power—she’s making sure he feels what it’s like to be replaced. And the worst part? He never expected she’d fall for them. And that they’d fall for her. And Riley? She's only just started.

When I was five years old, I was kidnapped by the human traffickers. Later on, I was abandoned at Dreadvault Isle's prison meant for serious offenders located in the infamous no-man's land of Cloudguard Continent. In order to avoid dying from starvation, I clung to Edgar Blythe, who was a serial killer with the highest bounty known on the Internet, and called him "Grandpa Eddie". Then, I moved to grip Franklin Graves, a former boxing champion, by his diamond-crusted belt just to beg for scraps. Finally, I entangled myself around a top-tier assassin's leg while yelling at the top of my lungs, "As long as you don't let me starve to death, I'll make sure to take care of you once you grow old!" All the international mercenaries, arms dealers, and professional assassins were stunned by my declaration. In the end, they gave me some leftovers from their own plates. That was how I was raised in prison. Since my grandpas have enemies all over the globe, the first thing I do after returning to the country is act like a cowardly impoverished student. When I'm a college sophomore, Leonard Hargrove, a rich scion from a conglomerate, has accused me of stealing his laptop. He even beats me up relentlessly on the campus field and breaks three of my ribs by stomping on my chest. To make things worse, he forces me to swallow blood-drenched soil. I'm in so much pain that I've practically gone nuts and bitten off half of Leonard's ear as a result. Jordan Chappel, the dean of the college, kicks me to the floor when I meet him later on in his office. "Do you really think you're in the right for stealing from someone else, you broke bastard? All he did was hit you a few times! It's not like you'll die from those attacks! "You'd better tell your guardians to come here as soon as possible! I want to see them groveling to me and apologize on your behalf!" After spitting out a mixture of blood and saliva, I turn to stare Jordan dead in the eye. "Are you sure you really want my guardians to show up?"

Clarise Morticia is a college student who has a silent but sweetest life. Having a strict mother, Clarise pressured herself to have a social elite life...classy and elegant like her classmates. She decided to socialize with her classmates on a three night camping trip in Tanay, Rizal. She encountered bad luck that her life changed into a traumatic nightmare. With her psychotic mind, she seek for revenge that led her to become a revengeful seductive woman, who kills every men she desired, except for one... "When I found you... You will suffer in my hell but, at the same time you will be pleasured in my heaven..." Clarise is his dead end. She will be his heaven and hell... His sweetest psycho killer with no remorse.

I was never a novel person. Honestly? I couldn’t care less about them. That is, until “Three Hearts, One Love”... the reverse harem novel that took over the world… shoved itself into my life. Everywhere I turned: malls, newsfeeds, radios, TVs… Even the old lady at the bus stop was raving about it. Out of pure annoyance… and a little curiosity… I bought a copy, planning to skim it just enough to say it was overrated. Big mistake. Huge. One minute I was rolling my eyes at the melodrama, the next I woke up inside the story — not as the beloved heroine, of course. No, fate made me Luna Graves: the pathetic and miserable, jealous best friend doomed to crash and burn spectacularly by the end of the novel. With no way out, I figured I'd play my part, die dramatically, and call it a day. But then something weird happened. Scenes shifted. Strangers walked onto the page. And the swoon-worthy male leads? They stopped chasing the heroine... and started chasing me. Me. The villain. This wasn’t in the script... and I was definitely not ready.

Emily Davis suffered a horrible childhood and now that she's gotten older, she dealt with the Hell's King himself. However, she didn't fulfill the King's part of the deal. She didn't give what the King wished to have. In punishment, he wedded her in hell and she became the Queen. Their mission is to find the King's destined wife who was written in the scrolls. Meanwhile, the both of them have problems to solve on their own as they embark their journey to find love and peace in their lives.

On the day I decide to quit the game, multiple comments suddenly streak across my vision. "Great news! The female supporting lead is finally quitting the game!" "Stacy no longer has to worry about getting exposed for using the supporting lead's game account to get into online relationships with others!" "Stacy is really smart! Every time she uses the supporting leads account, she always uses the in-game voice chat function! That supporting lead has no idea that Stacy has been doing this behind her back!" "Wow, Stacy really is blessed to have reeled in such amazing men!" "I can't believe she used the female supporting lead's max-level account to flirt with four of the best players on the server!" "At 2:00 pm later, she'll be meeting her first target, Lewis Johnes, the cold and aloof campus heartthrob, at Riche Cafe!' "Tomorrow, Stacy will be meeting the best assassin in person. The day after that, she'll meet the rich scion who's also ranked second on the list! She really is amazing with her time management skills!" The "Stacy" that the comments mention is Stacy White, my roommate. She actually impersonated me to flirt with four top-tier players on the server, huh? More comments streak across my vision once again. "Why isn't Heather leaving right now? Lewis is already waiting for Stacy!" "This is their first sweet date as a couple! Oh gosh, I can't wait to see it unfold!" I turn to look at Stacy, who's touching up her makeup in front of the vanity mirror. Only then do I understand that I'm the female supporting lead the comments are talking about. A small smile appears on my face. Since Stacy is impersonating me to become a Casanova, then it's not wrong of me to attend those meetings and reap the reverse harem she has prepared for me, right?