Reverse Harem Novels & Stories

Wh-what? "REVERSE, REVERSE", they all screamed at the top of their lungs. If someone had glanced to the back of the room, they would have seen a girl, frozen in fear, with eyes so wide she could have seen a ghost. I am that girl, and I could be described as anything from horrified to mortified to terrified... pick one, or pick all. A secret faction that wants to reverse the New World? I have to get the hell out of here. Before slowly creeping out the door I came in, I noticed a familiar set of gloomy hazel eyes. And he noticed me...

My head suddenly jolted back, and my body stiffened when his fingers glided across my skin invoking a sense of Deja vu, yet again. He tightly gripped the back of my neck so that my head didn't fall backwards. He was just concerned for my safety, but his actions had the opposite intended effect. I startled, and my body automatically froze. I frantically tried to search his deep ocean blue eyes for help, but the eyes that were staring back at me were not his.

Her friendly question is accompanied with a smirk, which probably was her behavior of some sort. “Uh-” My eyes immeidately drifted down to her chest. The glinting necklace with a locket the shape of heart and some metallic gears hanging around her neck attracted my attention. “S-Sure…” The female goth suddenly reached out her hands, her smirk still persists with an addition of, “The name’s Risa Istvan, engineer.” “Huh?” I asked after blankly accepted her hand. “Don’t mind me.” She averted the topic with a broad smile. The two of us shook hands for a moment before she let go, while saying, “Your heart is bleeding, yet it glowed bright with gentle energy.”

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"Should I mention that the woman is lucky if she gets caught by one man and not all of them? If more than one man catches the woman, she belongs to them all." Thank the Moon Goddess; we're so damn possessive. Werewolves don't tend to share their partners unless it's a special case, but even on those occasions, consent is essential. I reach for her hand. "So, it turns into forced reverse harem activity?" "Exactly. To each their own, but the forced part isn't quite something anyone would enjoy, right?" I nod, eager to learn more.

A red string materialized, winding around both our wrists and emitting a faint glow. Derek suddenly pulled me to himself again, dancing to the music as I lifted up our wrists over my head and looked at the red glowing thread in awe, “Look Derek. This is so pretty.” “Do you find this fascinating?” his whisper brushed against my ear. I giggled and nodded. There were whispers going around the place, people speaking that echoes seemed to be coming from somewhere far away. "Isn't that Alpha Derek? Who's he dancing with?" "That... that's the new girl. Wasn't she with Alpha Marcus?"

Even if it was a pleasurable occurrence for Cassandra of the past, they've come to realise how wrong it was in a third person's perspective. Falling in love with five people at the same time was tedious. All five falling in love with one girl was like a fairytale. To prevent from heartaches and heart breaks, this reverse harem was hence deemed Forbidden. The Forbidden Reverse Harem shall not continue.

"Stella, get ready, you have a job to do this night" Mrs Smith said to one of the female special assassins. "Yes, ma'am!" Stella bowed her head. "I need you to clear the mess Hannah left behind. Someone just confirmed that Meng is taking another thirteen years old girl to a hotel to defile as usual. He is a beast! I will write down the details for you and I trust you always do clean jobs, don't disappoint me this time" Mrs Smith confided.

They looked like they were trying to kiss but something was keeping them from doing so. It seemed ironic that Layla would be reading a romance novel when she seemed like the last person on earth who wanted to fall in love. It was also ironic that she was stuck in a harem for a man that seemed revolted by affection. Rebecca looked away. She went to rub her face to alleviate some of the burning, but she remembered she was wearing makeup just before she was about to mess up Yasmine’s hard work. She lowered her hand and clenched the dress’s fabric in her fists.

Every slow drag of her hand, every bead of precum she smeared down his length, every tiny shudder that ran through him—he wanted it branded under my skin. Brianna’s other hand slid up under his shirt, raking nails lightly across his stomach. His abs contracted hard under her touch. A low, rough sound slipped out of him then, not quite a groan, more like a stifled curse, and I felt it land somewhere deep between my legs, hot and sudden and humiliating. I hated him for it. I hated her for it. I hated myself most of all.