Live Action Anime Harem

My mom has been brainwashing me with her "quid pro quo" rule. Apparently, I must work hard in earning money just to get whatever I want. A round of doing the dishes earns me 50 cents. Mopping the floor once grants me one dollar. If I get a full score in my exams, that'll be five dollars. In order to buy a pair of white sneakers that I had had my eye on for a long time, I spent three months picking up trash from the streets. I lived like a maid who was paid on one-time services in this home. When I was a high school senior, I fainted during my homeroom period due to long periods of malnutrition. Even though my doctor suggested to my mom to pay attention to my nutrient intake, she began calculating the costs in front of my sick bed instead. "Your hospitalization costs 300 dollars. On top of that, you have a 200-dollar medical bill to settle. All of these costs will be reflected on your wedding gifts in the future, Emily." But when I turned my head, I saw a student sitting on the bed being fed chicken noodle soup by her own mother. Said mother was so heartbroken by her daughter's illness that she kept shedding tears as well. At that moment, my outlook on the world, that I had been maintaining for 18 long years, finally crumbled into dust. It turned out that not all children needed to work hard just to feel their parents' love. After getting discharged from the hospital and returning home, I finally sobered up the moment I noticed the sneakers that my younger brother, Arnold Baird, wore that cost several thousands of dollars. Then, I tore the family portrait into pieces and didn't hesitate to fill in the university that was located the furthest from home when it was time for me to submit my post-graduation details. Ten years later, my mom calls me on the phone. She starts crying to me how Arnold has swindled her out of her pension. Apparently, he's even sold the house just so he can elope with his girlfriend. Not only is my mom alone now, but she doesn't have a place to stay as well. I just smile as I throw her a piece of rag. "You want to live with me, huh? No problem. You'll earn 50 cents for every window you wipe. You can earn your rent like this."

In a whirlwind of multiple jobs and her relentless pursuit of happiness, Violet Carter finds solace in the one thing she adores most - shopping. Struggling to juggle her law degree, mathematics tutoring, personal shopping, and even stripping, Violet yearns for the rush of endorphins that come with spending money. She's no stranger to hardships, having grown up in poverty and shouldering the responsibility of caring for her nine siblings and a quirky pet snake. But when a chance encounter with Markus Legazpi, a man from the very social class she despises, sets off a chain of events, Violet is faced with a life-altering decision. Will she forsake her principles and embark on the most disreputable love transaction of all time?

"This is wrong. She’s my sister now. I’m supposed to kill every feeling I have for her," I muttered. I’ve always had feelings for her ever since we were in grade school. But I didn’t know how to tell her, so I bullied her instead. I followed her to college because I couldn’t stay away from her. I knew she’d never agree to go out with me. Hearing the news about her mom and my dad getting married was like a dagger to my chest. At first, I thought it would be a good thing if she became my sister, maybe my feelings for her would disappear. But they didn’t. .................... After a terrible heartbreak, Abigail found comfort in her stepbrother. That’s when she realized he had been harboring feelings for her all along and she felt the same. But such love is forbidden.

“So, you just use me for your safety and leave when you want?” His voice was dangerously low, making everyone shiver. Everyone but Lucia. She looked him square in the eyes, no hint of fear in her clear hazel gaze. “Mr. Sinclair, from the bottom of my heart, I’m truly grateful for your help and for being there for me—but I have nothing to offer you.” Adrian chuckled to himself, hands in his pockets. Lucia was back. The fire in her eyes said it all.... Lucia Gregory has never known an easy life. As an orphan shuffled between foster homes, she learned early on that the only person she could truly rely on was herself. Now in her final year of college, she juggles her demanding studies with long, exhausting shifts at a high-end bar tucked away in the city’s elite district. The job pays the bills, but it also serves as a front-row seat to the world of the wealthy—a world she has no desire to be a part of. Adrian Sinclair. Young, devastatingly handsome, and impossibly rich, he is the heir to Sinclair Enterprises, a global conglomerate built on power and prestige. But despite having everything at his fingertips, Adrian's life is anything but simple. Lacking basic family warmth as a child,he was taught that everything he wanted could be bought with money but when he comes in contact with Lucia,she changes the whole narrative. He feels sudden attraction to her and tries everything to get her,mere fascinating blossoming to something deeper. Will this encounter lead to a simple love story? Will they be able to stand strong when Lucia's past comes knocking and it is discovered that Adrian's family has a hand in it?

Ryo is a cute fun loving girl that is hopelessly and completely in love with the school's IT guy. She spends hours dreaming of what it would be like to date and fall in love with Oliver. In her mind they are the perfect match, there is nothing that can stop them from being together. But in the real world they can't be together. They lead two very different lives. They are as different as night and day Ryo is content with loving Oliver from a distance. She has made peace with the fact that they will never be. But when she and Oliver are forced to work together on a school project everything changes. Will she be able to keep her love for him a secret. Will she be able to keep her feelings to herself.

“You can feel it right? The burning attraction.” Giovanni whispers, trapping her by the wall. He rests his palm beside her head, lowering his head to her height. Mia swallows her spit as she automatically clasps her thighs together trying to soothe the ache down there. “No– I don't feel anything.” she says trying to sound firm, but her voice betrays her coming out in a breathy whisper. He smirks, trailing his fingers down her cheeks tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Deny all you want. You. Are. Mine!!!” he growls, slamming his lips down on hers hard. ~~~~ Mia Neomi didn't know what she dragged herself into when she innocently saved a mafia lord from death in a dark alley one night. Thinking everything was going to be fine after she woke to an empty bed, life shows her it's more fucked up than she thinks when they meet in the most uncanny way ever. The man she saved turns out to be her cold, ruthless, and merciless boss at her office, Mr Giovanni Antonio. A cold blooded killer, the Capo of the Italian Mafia. A man whose sole purpose is to ruin everything he touches. He hates her because he can't stop thinking about her while she hates him because he makes her life hell. But when the attraction overtakes the hatred. Mia soon discovers that the man she is attracted to isn't who he says he is, and the woman he is attracted to isn't who he thinks she is. Lies, secrets, and betrayal threatens to tear them apart. Will their attraction conquer it all? Or will they be consumed in the web that entangles them together? I mean is attraction even worth fighting for?

I receive a message one day. "Your condoms have been delivered. Total to be paid: XX dollars." I distinctly remember that I've never made such an order, but the address and phone number are mine. I call my husband, but he only says differently, "My godsister ordered them. She's too shy to use her details, so she used yours. It's not like it'll affect you." I nod silently. She might as well not have them if she can't afford to pay for them.

🥉3rd place in the writing competition "Me and My Womens" [21+, harem] Marvin Rock is the dream of many women because of his wealth and power, but his sincerity surpasses everything. His wife said proudly, "Not only loyal, you are also mighty!"

When I'm working as a deliveryman, I receive a delivery order from a hotel. As I look at the bag of adult toys in my hand, I can't help but snicker knowingly. "Youngsters nowadays sure are wild in bed." The moment I open the hotel room door and see my girlfriend, Natalie Brooks, I feel as though all color has been drained from my face. Natalie's work junior, Brandon Clark, laughs arrogantly in my face with a bath towel wrapped around his waist. "How did that broke bastard track us down?" Natalie just frowns at me in displeasure. "Brandon helped me secure many projects at work. His only wish is that he gets to spend a night with a woman. "This is nothing but physical collision between bodies! This is the 21st century, Oliver! Must you be such a prude? "But don't worry, though. Even though I'm spending the night with Brandon, I'll still marry you according to my family's wishes." I shake my head immediately out of fear. "I'm not interested in marrying a woman who's been used by others, so I hope you two have a great life together! But I'll also withdraw my funds from your company. You'd better kiss those projects of yours goodbye!"

Tara et Mike ne se sont pas choisis. Un mariage arrangé les lie, les enfermant dans une cohabitation aussi brûlante qu’explosive. Elle, audacieuse, obstinée, veut apprivoiser cet homme au regard de feu, ce mari froid, colérique, qui cache ses blessures derrière un mur de glace. Lui, hanté par ses peurs, rongé par la jalousie, lutte contre le trouble que cette femme insoumise réveille en lui. Entre affrontements et attirance, leur quotidien devient un champ de bataille où chaque mot est une arme, chaque regard une provocation. Tara veut le comprendre, le pousser à aimer. Mike veut se protéger d’elle, mais finit par brûler de la désirer. Dans cette guerre où l’amour et la haine s’enlacent, le véritable combat se joue ailleurs : apprendre à faire confiance, à respecter, à guérir. Mais quand deux âmes blessées s’affrontent, peut-on vraiment espérer la paix… ou ne récolter que les cendres d’un amour impossible ?