Novel & Cerita Re:zero Harem

One night destroyed Lana Baldwin’s world. Betrayed by the husband she adored and used as a literal substitute for a ghost from his past, Lana lost everything: her dignity, her career, and her heartbeat. But her nightmare was only beginning. To save what was left of her family’s crumbling reputation, they sold her. The buyer? Duran. The rumors say he’s a recluse. They say he’s old, broken, and impotent. They are wrong. Duran is a monster in a bespoke suit with eyes like frozen steel. He doesn’t want a wife; he wants a plaything to punish for the sins of her father. Locked away in a sprawling pack, Lana is at the mercy of Duran and his three younger brothers—Ansel, Khett, and Remy. The triplets are cruel, beautiful, and determined to make her life a living hell. But Lana has a secret growing inside her. A secret that would give Duran the ultimate leverage to destroy her forever. She just has to survive the "impotent" tycoon long enough to escape.

This is a seductive book with a lot of mixed up, wild and taboo smut stories. All stories here are a product of my imagination.

They were my brother’s best friends—the HawkThorne brothers. Wealthy, ruthless, and filthy enough to make the whole city drop to its knees. I was the good girl once. The perfect wife. Until my husband had sex with half my office and shoved me into an open marriage I never asked for. One night at a bar was supposed to be my rebellion—a dirty little secret to make me forget. I never expected to run into them. Six years had made them look harder, darker, and so much hotter. I shouldn’t have let them touch me. Shouldn’t have let them ruin me against a bathroom sink with their filthy mouths and rough hands. Three men. One night. No promises. But the eldest HawkThorne pressed a card into my palm before I could slip away. I thought I could handle them. Thought I could survive their obsession. Now I’m learning there’s no such thing as just sex with the HawkThorne brothers. They don’t share. They claim. They corrupt. And they’re coming for every last filthy piece of me.

My back hit the cold wall of the Alpha’s packhouse, my breath hitched in my throat as the triplets closed in—Asher, Alaric, and Argent. Asher leaned in first, his mouth brushing against my ear. “Sign the contract, Alisha,” he growled. “You’re ours. Your body, soul, and every filthy little sound you make.” I swallowed hard as Alaric’s fingers traced a circle around my swollen areola in an infuriating slow-mo. “See, your body is already responding, stop pretending you don’t want to be ruined by us.” Argent stepped in last, his hand skimming under the hem of my dress. “You’re trembling, sweetheart. Not from fear… but from need. Say the word, and we’ll own every inch of you.” “And if I say no?” my voice was shaky as I bit down the moan crawling up my throat. The three of them exchanged glances and then turned to me. And like a rehearsed lyric, they all unisoned. “Then we make you beg on your knees. And we won’t stop until you forget your own name… just ours.” Asher grabbed my chin, tilting it up. “Last chance, sweetheart. Safe word or surrender.” My lips parted. “I surrender.” That was all they needed. Alaric was behind me instantly, lips on my neck, one hand wrapping around my waist, the other dragging the strap of my dress down torturously slow. “Good girl,” he murmured, his teeth grazing my skin. “You’re ours now.” •••••••• This is not just a love story. It’s survival. And it starts with rejection…