Real Life Harem の小説・ストーリー

I walked in the middle of the group and reached out to them. "Come on guys." They smiled and took my hands as I pulled them to their feet. One of the girls thought I asked her a question because she couldn't mind her business. She snorted. "No way they're both yours?" I looked back at her and smiled. "First off, they're not items I picked up at a store. They're not property. Secondly, they're part of a harem I have. I have a pretty boy, another Greek god, a chocolate mountain and a king at home. Don't even get me started on my fine ass women."

Liza, my first roommate who had been jailed for killing a councilman had been released long before the war started, and after months of therapy funded by Damon, had given herself into helping convicts who had been convicted wrongly. The harem had been the first creation of Rogu’s to be destroyed completely by Damon. As suspected, he had planned to sacrifice some of the convicted girls to make his hypnosis spells work. The harem had also been a hideout for several other messed up plans he had prepared for the future. Some of Damon’s men had protested, but this time, Damon stood his ground and dismissed any councilman who still stood for evil just as long as it afforded him a few minutes of pl

"No.' I whimpered. I was in rags that were so torn in several places that it barely hid any skin. Every single part of my body was covered with bruises and scratches and blisters. Most of them were still fresh. Living in Father's house was paradise compared to this hell. I would do anything to go back even if it meant cutting off my arm. "No! Pick me." Greta, the tall, quiet redhead from the Night blood pack and the oldest of us all jumped up and declared. Everyone stared at her, shocked. There were twenty-two of us and I was his latest addition to his harem of mistresses. No, not "mistresses", sex slaves. According to the rumors, we were supposed to be twenty-six. Four died. We were his har

“We love you.” I closed my eyes, safe and full and completely theirs. The night had been everything I needed and more. A perfect celebration of the four of us together. “And we want more babies from you.” Revenge. Love. All in a month led to this. No one can separate us now since the council had approved the unification system where all the three packs would now be led by my mates and their successors in the coming years. They are really my revenge harem. I love them very much.

He doesn't deserve one bit of it, he lay around all day, sleeping with female employees of my company while I worked my ass off to get to where it is today. “Sure! You want an open relationship? Why not. I'll make you regret doing this to me.”, I said before stomping out of the hotel room slamming the door on my way outside. That bastard dared call me dry? Truth? He wasn't man enough to wet me. But my college exes? They'd left me soaked and screaming for more. Noah, Steve and Josh. I was reminded of their names again. My college exes, the ones who worshipped me. The ones whose mere presence made me cum.

Isolated in mind but sorrounded in physical, Emily sat on a log of wood as she observed the crowd of friends who were savouring every moment of fun they were experiencing. It was summer holiday and unfortunately for her she had been trapped in this summer camp deep in the woods with these people, she rubbed her palms bringing a warm feel on it desperately trying to calm her nerves.

He became puzzled and wondered why she wanted to impersonate me. He realized that it was likely the key condition that allowed her to tamper with memories. She could tamper with the memories of whoever mistook Melanie for me. Melanie turned around and saw Francis’s dazed expression. She whispered, “Frank, why did Scarlett ask an AIDS patient to stab you with a bloody syringe? Does she want you… to get AIDS?” Hence, Francis confirmed that the term for Melanie’s system to tamper with people’s memories was to mistake her for me.

“I keep a harem here for my own feeding, the kitchen is well stocked with anything you could desire.” I hadn’t seen another soul as we walked through her home, the mention of a harem and a stocked kitchen left me confused. I wondered if those she kept were human or supernatural and if they stayed of their own free will. “You would be surprised how many humans, especially in these modern times, willingly become an amour for a vampire.” She chuckled, accurately interpreting my silence. “All of the men and women in my harem are here of their own volition, they can leave at anytime so long as they agree to have my existence and location glamoured from their mind.”

Beginning of Book 3 Ruled by the Princess: Realm of the Chosen, a Reverse Harem Romance The sound of horses’ hooves beating against packed earth, cheers from the crowded stands, and the jarring clang of wood on metal were all drowned out by the sound of Princess Katrinetta’s heart beating out of her chest as she stared down from the riser. Gripping the wooden barrier that separated her from a fifteen foot fall to the arena floor beneath her, Kit’s knuckles were white, and despite the cool temperatures, a fine line of perspiration beaded her forehead.