Novel & Cerita Men Of The Harem

Beholding her sympathetic gaze with my broken, terrified eyes hoping to get some sort of help before whatever this shit storm was, escalated. Gathering what was left of my self-control and forcing out a harsh unsteady breath, "W-who are these m-masters you're t-talking about?'' And as if staged the door suddenly opened to reveal three different men. My eyes almost bulged out of their sockets from the beautiful specimen. The time seemed to have stopped around me. Their tight fitted t-shirts altering their bulging muscles and veiny arms that almost, almost made me drool, their different coloured sweatpants' low on their lean waists enhanced the comfy but hot look they had going on.

"Fucking hell nothing happened! Did you see the way they were looking at you!? Was your surprise me entering to find some kind of orgy!?" "I wouldn't join an orgy and I wanted to show you that I was confident enough to talk to those men," I answered honestly but I could tell that he wasn't having it. "Why men? Actually, why those men?" He pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. "Did you know that some ladies go to that same section to get a quick fuck!?" My heart dropped and I had to process that for a moment. "Wait, what?" "Why am I fucking asking, you had some kind of harem."

The feminine man from earlier was already standing by in front of the door and he seemed quite pleased to see Levana after the treatment. “By the way, let me formally introduce myself, my name is Fauzan and I am the eunuch in charge of the harem.” “Eunuch? What is all of this about? Why am I here?” She asked. “You are now at Prince Hamza’s harem and tonight, you will join the other women to greet him back from a long day of work.” “What? I don’t understand.” Levana replied.

Derek, still looking like he was about to attack us at any moment, simply gave him a sideward glare before he roamed his eyes toward each of us girls – one by one. “A harem? A hunt? Since when do we have these? Who are these girls and where exactly did you ‘hunt’ them?” Lucas, Vivienne and the other woman present in the hall exchanged uncomfortable glances. It was Vivienne who eventually answered the question. “They’re humans abducted from the outside world. We hunt humans from the outside world to become slaves here, to do the work necessary. Those who prove to be useless are fed on. The choicest and most beautiful among the captives are kept by the Elite as part of what we began calling a

Not that it had worked before but maybe three was a charm. In the harem, everyone had their rooms but a communal bath and toilet. Both facilities were large, had running water hot and cold, and were diligently cleaned every other hour or so. As I rounded the corner to the baths, I tripped and fell skinning my knee. Rather I was tripped. Four harem women stood, glaring at me unrepentantly, I couldn't tell who had done it. I didn't even know their names. What could I have possibly done to warrant that?

“What I am talking about is those two whispering in the front seat on the way here. I just googled the word Luca said some woman had used” From Andrea’s slightly shaking finger, to his fast breathing I know he is pulling himself together for a confrontation. Shit he knows, that little geek. “So you want to know more or what ?” My brother asks. “Okay then”. Martin shrugs. “What is a hamram then ?” We all look at Andreas, who seems to shrink a bit into the chair. “As far as I could figure out, a hamram is some kind of berserk. All the saga’s talk about how they put on the skin of a bear and gained its strength”.

Where had the flowery and perfumed disposition gone, the charming sparkle in her voice and dainty, pink-lipped smile that could put any courtesan in the Quarter Rouge to shame? “I don’t…” “When I said I could read feelings, I meant it,” said the woman. “It’s a skill I’ve mastered as I grew, and it’s not just the sweet feelings I can read. It’s all rright, I’m used to it. Harem girls, we’re not worth much more than moments of fleeting pleasure for the guests we entertain. I mean, it’s not like the Emperor ever comes to see any of us, so we can’t even boast that we service His Excellency. There’s nothing to be proud about when all we do is give our bodies and make men feel good about themselve

Twenty-five men. Twenty-five stories. One thing they all have in common is desire. Some men fall for the person they were never supposed to want. A forbidden crush on a straight boss. A brother's best friend who was always off-limits. A divorce lawyer who becomes far more than a professional. A bodyguard who gets dangerously close to his client. A fake boyfriend who doesn't stay fake for long. A retired adult-film star determined to leave his past behind, until someone recognizes the man he used to be. There are also rivals who can't stand each other, roommates who discover an attraction they never expected, supposedly straight married men whose lives are turned upside

It rumbled in its full glory as my eyes keenly observed her gown, that latest edition Louis Vuitton dress burned me with molten lava erupted after a furious explosion. It was so difficult to control myself, but suppressing my fury, I asked her, “Please pardon me for being nosy, are you the only lady serving His Majesty? What about the other girls in the harem?” My question directly hit her aching nerve as Amara’s face lost its color for a second. The two minions behind her spoke at once to brag about their sexual relationships. “His Majesty calls us twice a month during our fertile time. He is an upright man, taking care of his females in every possible way.”

I replied curtly. “Very good. You must have experience which is what we value the most here at the harem.” I nearly cringed as we approached the chambers. There were so many doors that I thought of just how many women the alpha was sleeping with. If every room was for two people, then that would be possibly up to fifty women! That was absolutely crazy. The fact that a tradition like this was still upheld made me want to puke. When we got to the room, she opened the door and got in.