Men Of The Harem Novels & Stories

I nodded, slowly sipping the finest espresso I had ever had in my life. “Wyatt, I have chosen you to be part of my harem.” “I heard that part. I don't know what that means, but I did hear that part.” “It means a lot of things. It means I am asking you to be part of my family, my love, my life, for as long as you live. You will never need anything, never want for anything. You want a blonde? A brunette? Both? You got it. Just like this library. And more. You will never yearn for dig sites. You will never beg yourself to go back to study. It will all be right here, for you. It means that I will love you as my own, my darling sweet archaeologist.”

Of course, he isn’t phased. “It’s not about me liking it, I’m just confused… A harem and multiple wives are the norm here… but going to other kingdoms and taking women who are not part of your-” He places a finger to my lips before he pushes me inside and steps inside himself. The women make to close the doors and although I shake my head at them; they don’t obey, simply smiling at me happily. “You really are too intrigued in matters of fucking.” He sighs, making me frown, but he smirks arrogantly right after. “I do not blame you. You have been here several days, yet you have not been taken care of.”

"After that, Mango looked inside and realized that there were more than ten women of different nationalities inside. They had been stripped, and they were only in their undergarments. Right now, the guards were treating them inhumanely by chasing them into cages." "When Mango saw this, Mango's eyes darkened." "After all, she had thought that there had to be some sort of secret in these chambers. However, she never thought that Prestin was such a pervert, and he had built his harem here!" "Right now, there were only four or five guards around. They were sitting leisurely as they drank some alcohol while playing poker. Thus, it was obvious that they could be so relaxed because they thought tha

"If you play it right, you can get a male to do anything you want and they'll never know. The key is making it seem like they are the ones making the decision." "And flattery," I guessed. She looked at me with raised brows. "Quick learner. This is the harem hallway, though we just call it the harem," she told me after we ascended the stairs. At the first door, painted black, she said, "This is the parlor." I tripped on the carpet. "I'm sorry, the what?" "The harem," Raisa repeated without missing a beat. She nudged me directly in front of the door and turned the knob. It swung open, and my jaw dropped at what I saw inside.

“Didn’t you come from the arena? What was your name again? Harlot?” That’s rich, coming from someone else in the harem. We are all mistresses to our King, at his whims whenever he wants us. For them to call me out like they are somehow better is hypocrisy at its finest. “My name is Harper,” I say. The first woman hums. “Well, don’t get comfortable, Harlot. Our King will see the flaws in you soon enough, and then you’ll be right back where you came from.” I’m sure she means the arena, but when I hear ‘where you came from,’ I think of my pack. That’s where I want to be. I never asked for this. Being a member of the harem is no great honor for me.

she said, indicating a nearby pool on the map. "Oh, but you cannot swim in that pool," Jamila informed her. "It is overlooked by the palace windows, and anyone could see you." You must swim in the pool in the women’s quarters. ‘Women’s quarters! "I honestly think I’ve stepped back in time to another century," Kate muttered. "Next, you’ll be telling me I’m to join the harem." Jamila shook her head and explained seriously, "King Kabir’s father was the last ruler to keep a harem." Since our beloved Royal Highness became King, the men of Qubbah have mostly followed his lead and only taken one wife.

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

Flo Romano died the night she ran away. For six years, she has lived as Antonia—a skilled hacker with no past, no family, and no intention of ever looking back. Until she walks into a six-month mafia recruitment program and finds herself surrounded by the DeLuca brothers. Raffaele is the ruthless Don who can't stand her defiance. Giovanni is the broken enforcer who never thought he'd feel desire again. And Theo is the brilliant hacker who finds her impossible to resist. They were never supposed to want the same woman. They have never shared a woman. But somehow, they all want her. Then a powerful Sicilian Don sets his sights on her too. Four dangerous men. On

On his way, Damon ordered one of the men to call one of Tobias' mistresses to his room. They were walking in the corridor. Damon was walking behind Elijah. His gaze fixated on the man's back. The man in front of him was of average height. He had dark black hair with black eyes. He was good looking but his looks had nothing to do with the alluring aura he had around him. Maybe Damon was the only one allured by him. Maybe because he was interested in guys that's why he found this man in front of him alluring.

I shook my head my arms crossing protectively over my chest. Kane stood, his towering frame cutting an imposing figure as he stepped closer. I remember seeing them for the first time in that harem. They were so powerful they still are. So handsome they made my chest ache. I wish they didn’t toy with my heart. “It’s not just about the curse. It’s about you. About us.” He muttered his voice low but firm I opened my mouth to argue but they surrounded me before I could get another word out. When I say imposing I mean it. They are so tall I feel fragile between them like this.