Reverse Harem Comics Novels & Stories

If I was going to think about something, it needed to be far from their piercing eyes. I walked over to the bookshelf, my fingers gliding along the spines, looking for anything to distract me. But then, a flashy cover caught my eye. A pear surrounded by three bananas. The title was suggestive, and just reading the blurb was enough to get it: reverse harem. A new subgenre that was gaining popularity. I swallowed hard. Was the universe mocking me? On impulse, I grabbed the book and hid it behind a few others on the shelf. I’d come back for it later, alone, and take it to my room. To cover my tracks, I picked up a random poetry book.

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.

The bedroom was a sanctuary of warmth and shadow, the dancing flames of scattered candles creating an intimate cocoon against the darkness beyond our windows. I curled deeper into the oversized armchair, my body heavy with exhaustion but my mind still racing from the night's events. The scent of pine and leather mingled with the familiar musk of my mates, grounding me even as memories of Lexa's fear echoed through our bond.

Their black identical coats draped over their huge forms with their dress shoes looking immaculate. Soft curls styled to perfection and multiple rings adorning their fingers. They all looked the same but in different ways. What caught my eye were the black-inked words craved into their knuckles on each of their right hands it didn't look like a sentimental thing and the design was what made it clear. It looked dangerous, hazardous even. смерть перед бесчестием (Death before dishonor) That was sketchy as fuck, sketchier than them kidnapping me but I knew that nobody could be trusted and I felt that the trio had their own skeletons hidden away in their closets along with demons to fight.

When the aftershocks finally ebbed, Josh pulled out, flipped me onto my back in one smooth motion, and drove back in. Noah and Steve flanked me. Noah kissed me filthy and slow, swallowing my moans. Steve’s mouth found my throat, sucking marks into the skin just below my diamond choker. When he finally eased out, the wet rush made me whimper. Cum leaked steadily onto the sheets beneath my ass, cooling against my overheated skin. My gown was nothing but a crumpled emerald ruin bunched around my waist, diamonds still sparkling at my ears and throat like they hadn’t witnessed the complete undoing of their wearer.

I was dying from where I stood as they continue to tear me apart while my stepbrothers seemed to relish in it because it was their plan all along. “This is why humans shouldn’t be in pack houses. They don’t understand boundaries or understand what’s appropriate.” Tristan said to the crowd like I wasn’t even there. I couldn’t meet their eyes or any other person’s. I wish the ground would open up and swallow me whole right now. They wanted this to happen for reasons I don’t even understand. Why are they doing this? But the better question is. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME? “Yeah, getting turned on must be her way of saying thanks.” Azriel grinned.

I nodded, slowly sipping the finest espresso I had ever had in my life. “Wyatt, I have chosen you to be part of my harem.” “I heard that part. I don't know what that means, but I did hear that part.” “It means a lot of things. It means I am asking you to be part of my family, my love, my life, for as long as you live. You will never need anything, never want for anything. You want a blonde? A brunette? Both? You got it. Just like this library. And more. You will never yearn for dig sites. You will never beg yourself to go back to study. It will all be right here, for you. It means that I will love you as my own, my darling sweet archaeologist.”

Is it wrong that I don't feel shocked or repelled by all of this? I actually felt surprisingly turned on. The strength that Tristan had was amazing, and he looked like a God. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion and I just stood there staring at him in complete awe, as he slowly choked Landon unconscious. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I like this so damn much? And why did I enjoy beating the hell out of Amber? Not to mention, how in the hell did I beat her up? She's a werewolf and I'm... Well, I'm just me, a normal, human girl, right? Something definitely isn't right.

“But Roman is convinced this will make our streak stronger, and he’s our alpha. We have to at least go through the motions.” “How?” he asked. “How will making me part of your… harem... make our streak stronger?” She lifted one shoulder gracefully. “Supposedly it strengthens the magic that binds a streak together.” He sighed. It was taking everything he had to resist her—as if something about her had become more attractive, more alluring, when she became the Alpha Mate for his streak. “I don’t know if I can take sharing you,” he whispered. “I understand.” Her shoulders drooped, and she moved toward the bedroom alone. Her misery cried out to him. With a curse, he moved toward her, sweeping her

Dark Themes: Includes themes of obsession, dub-con (dubious consent), and power imbalance. Non-Consensual Elements: Scenes involving sexual assault, necrophilic undertones (as practiced by the antagonist), and forced submission. Violence: Graphic depictions of violence, physical abuse, and murder. Polyamory/Menage: Explicit sexual encounters involving multiple partners (Reverse Harem/Seven-to-one). Taboo/Incestuous Elements: Mentions of potential incestuous background and "Father-in-law" taboo dynamics (Special Episode). All stories, characters, and events are purely fictional. This work explores the darker desires and raw impulses of its characters.