Reverse Harem Comics Novels & Stories

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

Havoc knew perfectly well who Liam, Adam, and Chase were—there was no need for the dramatics and this sudden display of devotion. "You can't smell it?" Sage laughed, her voice echoing in my head like wildfire. "He is hammered." The realisation hit me suddenly; the strong scent of alcohol that wafted from Havoc wasn't just from any drink—it must have been that notorious brew that Alpha Leigh imported in; it was rumoured to be potent enough to knock even the supernatural off their feet.

he begins to tell me his plan. "The Goddess Hecate will do it for us. It is done with blood magic and will connect us for the rest of eternity which is beneficial for us both. In return you will be free to venture where you want and be nearly of equal meaning to me. All you have to do is make sure you always return to me and keep up a proper attitude and most importantly, never betray me. Now, is all of that clear?" he asks once he's done explaining. I sit there in complete shock as I try to process the overwhelming amount of information being thrown at me.

Hell Marriage Chapter 24: Mated Alaina's POV I smiled satisfyingly as I heard Nicholas Scream the word stop, now the bitch will finally die and will be out of my hair forever, from the fear I heard in his voice it seems Connor killed her already, well that's.... Great!.

She finally gained her wit after a couple of cars passed by the road. “Oh, that…” She suddenly let out a chuckle. “You can say that I have uhm, picked strange people as my servants. But…” She pulled out her right hand, showcasing a beautiful henna that was drawn with dark red ink and has the length between the back of her hand until the lower ¼ of her forearm. The mesmerizing design was completed with a simple jewelry to make the hand less crowded.

""Bastion." I raked my hungry eyes down his chiseled features. His tan skin and masculine body had my wolf panting-- Before I even finished observing, he let out a deep growl from his throat, grabbing onto my face and crashing his lips onto mine. I instinctively jumped into his strong arms, wrapping my legs around his muscular torso as he carried me with ease to the back wall. His eyes were deep black, and I could feel that mine were too by the way my wolf growled back at him in response. He didn't bother stopping and instead pushed me against the wallpaper with delightful force. It was as if his wolf was fighting me into submission, his hands tangling in my hair and gripping my @$$ simultan

The atmosphere inside the private room was extremely strange. Stacy sat in the main seat, wearing a delicate white dress. Her eyes were red and swollen, making her look undeniably pitiful. Around her sat four top-tier big shots, including Lewis, Shadowfang, and Reviver. In the center, a man idly twirled a lighter. He was Cyrus Richmond, the heir of a top-tier elite family in the capital circle and the second-highest spender on our server.