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

“Normally, I would want to say no… but with you, I want you to come because you want to.” “Not easily an option in a harem, is it?” “You just had to remind me of that.” I said, rolling my eyes. I wanted, so much, to get rid of the idea of having a harem, of settling with the one woman that I wanted to be with. But I knew that it was both impossible, and I didn’t even know whether or not Lia wanted me around her. “It’s beautiful.” She said, looking at the bracelet, making my eyes soften. “When did you have the time to?”

" I appreciated her words, I don't know why, but talking to that woman changed something inside me, and something occurred to me. I want a harem for myself and I will have it...

"It's like us but we're not. You mean it literally. That's the safest thing that we can get. We can't have a relationship like the others. You have an image to protect. You already broke the law for your harem—" "I can always put my harem back, Alessia, but there will be no other woman in my harem but you. You alone, you'll be woman and my concubine—" "Harem? How can it be a harem if there's only one woman there?" I raised my eyebrows at what he said. Harem with only one woman? I think that's wrong. I saw that Elijah grinned mischievously. "Why? You are more than hundreds of women. I was never satisfied before—because they are not you—"

She and the rest of the whores in my harem could literally be at the brink of dying because I've worn them out and they still won't leave until I order them too. They'd even try to initiate me to do something else to them, like the whore on her knees right now begging me to fuck her mouth even though her body was quivering from exhaustion. I didn't need any of them to tell me but I was sure they were in some sort of competition to see who'd become my favorite, who'd impress me more with her body and willingness. They could all try but I was never going to see any of them more than whores who I needed to get off.

“‘Aiden, I want pizza for dinner. Aiden, I want pasta. Aiden, I want this. Aiden, I want that.’” Following behind her, I asked, an amused smile playing across my lips, “What are you implying, Jess?” She tossed her long blond hair over her shoulder and turned to glare at me. “That you only want Aiden to pamper you and you don’t give a shit about me.” She stopped right there in the middle of the hallway and turned to look at me fully. “I’m your best friend, Haru, and you never, ever let me pamper you like you pamper me. I mean, seriously, you listen to me yapping on nonstop about my BL manga. You suffer hours watching anime with me because I asked you to, even though you don’t even like them.

He fucked me slow and possessive, his eyes locked on mine the entire time, as if reminding me who I belonged to first. I came twice before he finally emptied himself inside me, marking me as his again. Afterwards, we lay tangled together, his hand gently stroking my hair. “The Harem wants more,” he said quietly. “They’re talking about expanding the circle. Introducing new regular Daddies. Bigger parties. They want to see how far you can go with me there to watch and direct.” I felt the Queen stir inside me, a warm, seductive pulse between my legs at the thought.

She kept looking at me, grinning the whole time and I was smiling like an idiot, enjoying every moment of it. "Oh, come on! Stop smiling like an idiot!" she exclaimed as we walked into the club. " This is fun, really! Do you think I earn myself a harem here?" I asked and she giggled. " Why would you need an harem, you already have two at your service." She giggled, reminding me that Mason and Theo were my mates. I clicked my tongue in partial annoyance. " Today I'm not Melissa, I want to take home some beauties to play around with." I insisted.

LIAM It's weird, Hera is weird, her friends are weird and even my friends are all weird, well Nami is always weird, she's not an exemption, but everything became weird the moment I locked the shop and Hera been staring at me since then, burning a hole on my back, on my side profile and on my forehead. It makes me uncomfortable, I don't know if her hard stares means she wants to kill me or she's eye raping me, but either of those assumptions, I hate it, I hate she was staring at me, as if she were staring into the depths of my soul and seeing how dark my conscience was, because of the number of people I killed.

He leaned back a little with a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re serious?” My eyes widened a bit heat rushing to my cheeks. “Dead serious.” He shrugged like it was nothing. “So you can be jealous but I can’t?” I frowned slightly crossing my arms even though I was still sitting on his lap. “What do you mean?” His brow lifted. “You haven’t sent away your harem” I said the words sharper than I intended. “My harem?” He blinked now caught off guard. “Yes!” I said trying not to sound childish. “All those women back at the pack. You think I don’t know they’re still there?”