Mha Harem Novels & Stories

And if he hadn’t flown off for a business trip, I wouldn’t even be here representing him at the M-Elite Grand Opening, its new alliance with X-ren, the biggest name in Italy owned by Lorenzo's family—he's now heading it. It was the perfect stage for my grand return. Liam wouldn’t see it coming. And Karen? She’d probably choke on her wine. A dark smile danced on my lips. Let them gasp. Let them stare. They thought I was buried with Camilla Ryder. Now… I rise as Giulia Bianchi-Vincent, and this time, I’m the nightmare they won’t wake up from because revenge is too simple, destruction is demure ...

Darren explained. “Oh yes. That. I was so caught up in the whole mate introductions.” André quickly explained. “Amelia is a Gamma heir from Madonie who can see when magic is being used to catch you up. Darren had her identify the afflicted at the holding cells to use a potion Bisnonna made to counter it.”

Harah replied in a low voice. When Harah had done the order of Jack's aunts, Harah returned to cleaning the house. Harah is a maid at the Coleman Mansion and Aryah, her sister. Both of them are just adopted from the Orphanage. Jack's family treated her differently but Harah never held a grudge. In the evening.. Marisol is getting lost and looking for Harah. "F*ck! Haraaah!!!!" Marisol shouted furiously. Minerva ran to Harah's room.

Chapter: 2. ****** "Papa, shiny!" Chara cried, running towards her father. "Look...too shiny." Andreios eyes followed the little fingers of his daughter only to see men in sparkling and shiny armors walking towards them. They were but a small tribe roaming freely in their little village which has the best streams and the fields are always green, the reason their ancestors had called the little village Greens. They knew nothing about the wars that raged around them or the power struggles of the nations that bordered their uncharted home.

We have a serious crisis on our hands. First, the mafia commanders are eating my head. Second, there is human trafficking in our area, and finally, we discover Carlos has another son who may have murdered Harmony. That begs the question. Is it Scar? Or is it someone else whom Scar is using for his gains? “What is going on?” Cia’s voice interrupted my stream of thought. Oh, no! What should we say to her? Ad swore, “Mother fucking shit balls,” and I glared at him. “Hm...” Ad began, but he turned to me for help. I shrugged my shoulders, not sure what we should tell her.

This is a bonus chapter for the Mafia Academy and I promise you want to read it. While I have you, I need to thank you for reading about these three amazing couples. If you continued this far, I'm sure they are as special to you as they are to me. For Mr. Xavier's complete story and how he found himself at Rochester, you’ll want to read Hotter Than Hell available on GoodNovel. Xavier is the head of the desert crime syndicate when Madison enters his world. One day, I plan to write about his children.

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My best friend Rita had always been the elegant, composed Luna of the Blackmoon Pack. But ever since Alpha Keiran was crippled in that brutal ambush six months ago, she had been quietly falling apart. The once-dominant Alpha could barely get out of bed, let alone pin his Luna down and fuck her the way her body demanded. No more marathon knotting sessions. No more being filled and claimed until she was a trembling, cum-soaked mess. Rita’s heat cycles had become pure torture — her pussy constantly aching, her wolf howling for real dominance.

He laughed and buried his head in his hands. "Ah, fuck. Qiao Mo... " Hila She woke up rather earlier than usual and felt queasy. The day of the Wushi Chin Cooperation annual meeting had arrived and she was to deliver the Wushi Group's proposal to the board. The obvious reason behind the formation of the group was to help the world through annual donations to curb different calamities in different countries.

Even then, this was rare unless she went into heat while her main was away, and, depending on how long her heat lasted, it affected their chances. After she chose her main, she would choose her second, he would be the head of the Harem, after her, a third and a fourth. These would be the top males and most likely to father a pup after the main. In most cases, there would be up to twenty males in the Harem beyond the main. This is where the power games came in: some would spike others’ drinks. The one who spiked the drink would get maids to sleep with the competition, as cheating was a serious offence and meant a death sentence. Willing or not, it didn’t matter; they were meant to stay pure f