Manhwa Reverse Harem Novels & Stories

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Beginning of Book 3 Ruled by the Princess: Realm of the Chosen, a Reverse Harem Romance The sound of horses’ hooves beating against packed earth, cheers from the crowded stands, and the jarring clang of wood on metal were all drowned out by the sound of Princess Katrinetta’s heart beating out of her chest as she stared down from the riser. Gripping the wooden barrier that separated her from a fifteen foot fall to the arena floor beneath her, Kit’s knuckles were white, and despite the cool temperatures, a fine line of perspiration beaded her forehead.

Although I was certain his father and Max were the same person, I still had to prove it. "It's nothing special. I was just a young woman who loved sex and didn't care if I had to have sex with a married man. Maybe that's why I'm being punished like I am now. But unfortunately, I don't regret it. I like the person I was, and I want to go back to being that person, even if it costs me a very high price: my reputation." *** Kyoto, Japan September 10, 2008 "Uh...oh..." I moaned loudly as Mr. Maxime and his friend, Mr. Don, pushed their dicks deeper into my pussy and ass.

Yellowish green eyes ran over every arc, dip and curve of my body leaving a searing trail of fire where they lay for too long. His arms flung me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing and I for the millionth time cursed trusting Lio's judgment and convincing skills. Why the heck did I think that wearing a backless turtleneck thigh-high body con was fine when I had, not one but three possessive Hulks as boyfriends? The fabric stuck to me like gorilla glue and in an uncomfortably, crude, tight way, it made my skin crawl as I felt eyes digging onto my exposed back like sharp daggers. "Nikolai, I-'

Accepts: Dragon blooded, wild mages, chaosborn, summoners Traits: Passion, rebellion, raw power, explosive magic Vibe: Elemental freaks and freedom-loving revolutionaries Known for: Warlocks, elementalists, weaponized royalty, fire slinging chaos gods These were the ones who never shut up in class, punched their professors, and probably moaned during combat training. “Sexy. Dangerous. Dumb as hell. I want one.” House VENMIRE Crest: A double headed serpent devouring itself, coiled around a dagger Quote: “Control is the purest form of power.” Accepts: Cursesmiths, potionmasters, sirens, mind witches, hybrids Traits: Intelligence, manipulation, precision, emotional mastery Vibe: Poison girls wi

As we pulled away from each other, I couldn't help but notice how close Tihana was standing behind us with an unreadable expression holding a glass of juice. As soon as Theo introduced Tihana to me, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. Her golden-brown hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, and her eyes were a stunning shade of amber. However, I couldn't help but wonder why she was working as a maid, even though I could sense from her scent that she was an omega.

I'm so grateful we've shared this journey together. Now I have a question for you. I've been thinking about writing a reverse harem story about Kael, Lucien, and Ryker's mate. Should I continue this series with a Book Three, or should I let the series end here? Let me know your thoughts in the comments—I can't wait to hear what you think! With love, Dera NK ❤️

“I want him. All of him. Exclusively. I don’t do reverse harems. I don’t want to share. If he’s got someone else, even if it’s just in his past..I…I can’t. I want to be the only one he looks at like that. The only one he touches. The only one he whispers to on the ice.” Isla tilted her head, smile softening. “Babe, reverse harem isn’t a crime. Some people make it work. Multiple loves, multiple connections. It’s not always betrayal.” “Maybe for some people,” I said firmly. “Not for me. I’m greedy. I want him to myself. Completely. If he’s still hung up on that woman in the portrait, if he’s the kind of man who keeps hearts in rotation, I’ll walk away. It’ll hurt like hell, but I’ll do it.”

But inside my chest something violent and bright was clawing its way up my throat. She pushed the waistband down just far enough. Not all the way—just enough that the thick, flushed head of him sprang free into her palm. I caught the glint of precum at the slit before I forced my gaze back to the page. Her thumb circled the crown in slow, slick loops, spreading the bead of wetness until the entire tip glistened. Then she closed her fist around the shaft and began a steady, twisting pull—base to tip, base to tip—her grip tight enough that the veins stood out in sharp relief under her fingers.

Glowera town of Archendia country was close to the capital, Nightingale city. Because of that it had grown beyond limits. Taverns, inns, and marketplaces kept appearing one after another, making the town lively and crowded. When Victoria opened her eyes, her body trembled as the memory of pain rushed back to her. Her hand moved to her stomach at once, searching for the deep cut. But it was not there, as if it had never existed in the first place.