Novel & Cerita Paranormal-reverse Harem

"Get on your knees. Apologize to Celeste. Or the wedding is off." My whole body went rigid. I met his gaze, pure hatred burning behind my eyes. "No." His temper exploded. He grabbed my collar and kicked my legs out from under me. My knees hit the hardwood with a sickening crack of pain. I tried to push myself up, but his hand closed around my throat, shoving me back down. "Apologize, or I call everything off right now!" A familiar, primal terror seized me—flashbacks of the violence from my last life crashing down.

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

End of story 1 No Turning Back ~Zarah~ Morning light slipped through the curtains. My body ached everywhere — knuckles still purple, thighs marked with fingerprints that definitely weren’t from running. Every shift reminded me of last night. I didn't know when I slept off yesterday Ethan slept next to me, arm draped heavy over my waist. I watched the line of his jaw, remembering how possessive he’d been, how deep he’d taken me like he needed to remind us both I belonged to him.

“Now Garrick’s going to wonder why. He’s going to dig. Ask questions. And when he figures out she’s our mate, do you know what’s going to happen?” “She’s not our mate,” Jax shot back. “She’s mine. You two don’t feel anything.” “We feel it,” Riven said, certainty in his tone. “That’s impossible.” The silence that followed was heavy and suffocating. “This can’t be real,” I said finally. “Three brothers sharing one mate? That doesn’t happen.” “It’s happening now,” Riven murmured, staring at nothing. Seeing something the rest of us couldn’t. “In the archives, there are stories about women marked with three crescents. Triple bonds.”

Hello, and welcome to The Forbidden Princess and Her Mafia Men. Deep within this book we will see elements such as BDSM, Kinks (any and all kinds), Kidnapping, Torture, Sex and all things that might be considered violent. This book is also meant to be dark as well as a reverse harem. So please note this book will contain triggers from start to finish so please consider that when venturing into this book as you have been warned. Now without further ado please enjoy the story.

my consciousness issss. "going to faint?" "My head...All white...…Can't think anything anymoreeeee!" "If you can't endure anymore...then I don't mind, you can go faint as you wish" "Oooooooh, Oooooooh, I'm cummming! Cum Cum Cum Cum Cum...!" "I'm also cumming out...!" The urethral opening that had been closed was opened to release the thick semen all at once. Dobyurururururururururu, dokudokudokudoku...!

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

As Selena walks into my room, I could see that she was exhausted, as I knew that this war was taking a toll on her, and I pray that my hunch is right for all our sakes. “There’s a reversal spell.” I tell her right away, but she shakes her head, before she says to me, “Angelica, I read Alatar’s grimoire front to back, multiple times. There is no spell within it.” “You’re right. There is no spell within it, because he hid the reversal spell within a different book.” Her eyes widened as I told her this, as the wrinkles on her forehead scrunched together, before she finally asks me, “What other book?”

Swallowed whole by the darkness that awaited me in this demonic realm. "No!" I sobbed, but just as sorrow threatened to overwhelm me, a new presence emerged, a glimmer of light in the abyss. I sensed the familiar aura, the reassuring warmth of another, piggybacking on the demonic magic that bound me. With a surge of hope, I turned to look at the demon to see my steadfast ally, lunging through the darkness that had torn me from my world.

She motioned to another nearby with bright red skin and a bulky cloak. Trisha didn't have a choice. There was no way out of this. She resisted the urge to bite her lip. To calm herself she thought hard about her game and the little thrill that zipped through her when she entered a new dungeon. Even those mental exercises weren't enough to calm her. The red creature was in front of her and the cloak drifted off their shoulders as blood-red webbed wings appeared. Wings that looked awfully familiar. Was this a succubus? But they were sex demons, weren't they? Why would they have anything to do with memory?