My Friend's Harem Is Obsessed With Me Novels & Stories

I enjoy fucking hookers and bitches, but I dread having a mate. One word in particular made me angry. “Mate,” I have no desire to share my kingdom with any weak Lycan or wolf. I don’t need to find a mate or a queen since I’m content sleeping with prostitutes and bitches. My harem is already full of many types of attractive Lycan and wolf whores. I’m not going to change my ways. I intend to keep my harem and enjoy their company. I have no plans to settle down with a mate.

And me—I'm exactly where I need to be, holding her steady while my packmates worship her. This is what reverse harem means. Not just multiple partners. But true unity. True sharing. All of us focused on her pleasure, her needs, her satisfaction. "We should move this to the bedroom," Luciano says, voice strained. "More space." "Agreed," I manage. But extracting ourselves from the shower proves difficult when none of us want to stop touching her. We manage eventually, water dripping everywhere, stumbling toward the bedroom in a tangle of limbs. Amaya laughs—actually laughs—and the sound is so unexpected, so perfect, that we all freeze.

I was so shocked that the mug slipped from my hand and hit the floor with a shrill clang. Zachary emerged leisurely from behind the security guards and leaned in close to my ear, whispering, "I wouldn't have divorced you if you had behaved yourself, Serenity. You insisted on making such a fuss, though, so I couldn't possibly keep you around where you would be an inconvenience and an offense to me."

“About two hundred times. I think my phone’s algorithm thinks I’m obsessed with your manhwa.” “You’re welcome,” she said smugly. “You know, you should ride that wave. Dark romance is hot right now. Especially the…what do you call it? Enemies-but-not-really, lovers-but-maybe-murder-each-other genre. It’s your thing.” “Yeah, because my life is exactly that: tragic flirting with a side of death threats,” I muttered.

“He thinks he can love my sister and still chain me.” I slowed, bent over, catching my breath. My body trembled, my pulse loud in my ears. Only I could pull that off. Or better still, rewrite this whole plot into a reverse harem erotica. At least then the chaos would pay off. “Damn, how come I only just thought of that now.” I didn’t look back. Until I heard footsteps. “I swear I’ll make sure you’d never be able to use your joystick again,” I said turning back ready to unleash my anger.

Static crackles in my ear with her pulling my sweater over her head. “Try smoking hot,” this turns my attention back to the pair I’d looked and moved away from. Haru’s cornering her at the sink. My best friend leaning in with the clear intention on kissing his, mine, ours in the gut punch moment that makes me want to throw him through a wall……… 56: Hiro - Enough

” What the hell were you thinking doing shit in public? “We weren't in public. We were in a VIP room. The only people allowed in there were two servers, me and Nichole, Joaquim and his harem.” “His harem?” Fred gasped.” “It's a joke! He has a bunch of girls who are always hanging around. They call themselves his harem. I don't think he slept with all of them.” She wasn't really certain though. “Oh my God.” Fred walked away and began tapping his forehead off the refrigerator.

"And yes, okay, yes he did. Are you happy now?" "Happy? HAPPY? Trinity, I am living for this! This is better than any romance novel I've ever read because it's actually happening to my best friend!" "You're impossible," I said, but I was laughing despite my embarrassment. "I can't believe you waited this long to tell me!" she continued, her voice still pitched with excitement. "Here I was thinking you were just having some mild supernatural drama, and meanwhile you're out here living every woman's reverse harem fantasy!"

That irritated her enough to shout. “What is wrong with all of you?” The stranger looked almost sympathetic. Then he said: “You’re his mate.” The courtyard went silent. Denise blinked. “What?” The man’s gaze shifted to Liam. “Tell her.” Liam remained perfectly still. Which was answer enough. Denise stared. Then stared harder. “You’re joking.” Nobody laughed. The stranger folded his arms. “He’s been fighting the bond for months.” Denise looked back at Liam. Months? Suddenly dozens of things made sense.

and maybe tell him about Annie. I grabbed my phone, searching for her name and I saw her I*******m handle. As they would always say...you can monitor a person through their stories. If she was still in LA, then going to see him might just be a bad idea. I scrolled down her page and I realised her last post was hours ago. Not in Los Angeles, but Japan. With the caption "Decided to have fun, got sponsored to Japan" and the hashtag #ilovemyman# #Fredlawson# and lots more.