Last Harem Novels & Stories

They opened the doors for us, and I felt their eyes watch me with curiosity and lust as we walked past them. “My name is Estrid, the madame of this harem,” the woman announces, gesturing to the large hall before us. The ceiling is made of glass, giving a magnificent view of the sky and giving the sun a wonderful opportunity to cast its gaze down on the room. There is a small fountain with a cupid statue at the very top of it. Water spills out of its mouth, and some ladies sit on the edge, talking and laughing. Most of these women are in black dresses and white aprons, while the others are in black and red lingerie. They looked like seductresses from the way they looked with all that makeup a

"You don't have to pretend it's simple. It's allowed to be complicated and beautiful at the same time." "I know. I just wanted one thing today that wasn't complicated." "That's fair too." I'd spent the better part of the last two weeks chasing dead ends anyway, and by that Tuesday I was running out of places left to look. Two more girls from the party, both with fragments as useless as Bree's, taller, dark clothing, gone before anyone got a real look. A guy Priya knew who'd apparently bragged for a week after about "knowing something," who turned out, once I actually cornered him, to know absolutely nothing at all, just enjoying the attention that came with pretending he did.

Louis strangled Harem with one hand in a private room, his face full of anger and cold, murderous eyes. Harem realizes that Louis is getting stronger by the medicine he made himself. Louis gritted his teeth and said: "Why do you dare to stop my intentions?" Harem tried to remove Louis' strong hand from his own; he said fearfully:

She wanted all the glory and beauty the world had to offer. So when she learned I was happy, she sent our father to find me, to get close to my home, to take everything I had. I never imagined my gentle, kind sister could be this monstrous. I was shaking with rage. Before I could collect myself, she dug her nails into my arm and threw herself into the pool. And that scene was witnessed by the Gambling King—the patriarch of Loween City's most powerful dynasty. Struck by Vivian's beauty, the old man's lust got the better of him. He demanded she become his thirteenth concubine.

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?”

I open it and start going towards the Harem. I have not entered a harem for a long time. The last time I had come here was maybe one year before the war. When I entered the harem, all the slaves were lined with their heads bowed. These all women just want my attention but they don’t know that they are not even a bit like Isabelle. Without glancing at any of them, I move towards Isabelle’s room. When I entered her room, I saw a little light which was only because of some candles near the bed. Why is there so much darkness here? Candles should be here to properly illuminate the room. I will ask about this from Lillian tomorrow.

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.

he does that and Astrid tries to calm her racing heart again. "So I just come here and I am supposed not to care when I am not around? I know you are the king. I do know! But... No one wants to share their loved one..." Astrid covers her mouth, realizing what she just stayed. Loved... Loras stares at her, his face frozen in shock. "Hypothetically!" Astrid shouts and Loras laughs at her embarrassment. "Well, hypothetically, I don't think anyone can. This is why the harem is created the way it is. So no love can flourish. Favorites have wealth and status as long as they give up love. It has worked so for decades."

Desire found herself standing in the middle of her Master's room as if she was a dancer on display. The scene reminded her of how ladies from the Harem were made to perform in front of senior ranked citizens. The only difference was the clothes she was putting on, the prostitutes were said to be made to dance naked. The Harem is a place where prostitute stays and the only place where prostitution is legal. She looked around the room and realized there were mirrors everywhere, at almost every corner of the room. Something was glaring back at her. It was her reflection.

"Interesting. You want to dig in the dirt instead of wearing fancy clothes and looking pretty?" "There's a lot more to it than looking pretty..." "So you don't like sex?" He cut me off. "I do, but not like that." "Are you asexual?" Is he even listening to me? Talking to him is futile. "Most women in the harem are actually bisexual, with a few lesbians. You need to explore a bit to figure out what you are." "I know what I am and what I want." "Are we playing dom-sub in my bed?" His stupid, irrelevant question confused me.