Reverse Harem Short Stories Novels & Stories

“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.

End of story 1 No Turning Back ~Zarah~ Morning light slipped through the curtains. My body ached everywhere — knuckles still purple, thighs marked with fingerprints that definitely weren’t from running. Every shift reminded me of last night. I didn't know when I slept off yesterday Ethan slept next to me, arm draped heavy over my waist. I watched the line of his jaw, remembering how possessive he’d been, how deep he’d taken me like he needed to remind us both I belonged to him.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

Sarah I have no memory of going upstairs and getting into bed with Joshua. It was late in the morning by the time I woke; reaching over to discover his side of the bed was empty. As I became more alert, my memory of last night and the entire previous day returned. I cheated on Joshua. I let another man kiss me down there! I had only been at the lake house for one night and I still had two more nights to go. I wasn’t sure I was going to survive. My fear of Joshua discovering my misdeeds was not my only concern. My entire body ached. My ass was tender from Daniel’s punishment and my vagina was extra sensitive. I figured that was common after losing your virginity so I wasn’t too concerned. Aft

***Tihana's POV** I woke up and yawned widely. I can't remember the last time I had such a peaceful sleep. It was almost as if I hadn't slept this cool my entire life. I looked around me, only to realize that I wasn't in my room in my aunt's place. This room looked so familiar, it was almost like my room in the pack. I looked down at myself, only to notice strong arms resting on my stomach. I froze that very instant. It can't be. I already knew whose hands it was, but I did not want to believe that I was back in my room in the pack house.

My back arched, and my throat ran dry. “Make your choice," they whispered. I blinked. Everything faded. I found myself stripped bare, wrists bound to a bed, my heart still pounding just as hard. And that’s when four pairs of hands and lips began their enticing crawl, tracing their way up my trembling, aroused form. Little did I know, I had unwittingly stepped into a web of seduction and submission. Where boundaries blurred… and choices had dire consequences. ~~~ Chapter 1 - Things To Hide “Carlos’ name is on the blacklist!”

When I woke up, I realized I had fallen straight into one of those “no morals, proceed at your own risk” reverse-harem erotica novels. My latest research project, by the way. The basic premise goes like this: The male lead is Daniel Hord—the kind of ruthless, untouchable trust-fund prince who could buy half of the city before breakfast. The heroine is me, applying to be his live-in housekeeper. He discovers I look suspiciously like his first love, Wendy Gold, and instantly decides I’ll be her stand-in. He forces me into a relationship, locks me in his glass penthouse, and from that moment on…

"Take a closer look. At 2:05 am, she was still in voice chat, encouraging you in a gentle tone. But at 2:08 am, she switched to a private chat with Shadowfang." The laser dot shifted instantly to another conversation. "She told Shadowfang, 'Shadowfang, I'm so sleepy, but I can't fall asleep without your goodnight.'" Shadowfang's face turned dark immediately. I didn't pause and continued moving the dot. "Reviver, her third target, is no exception. At 8:00 pm on Tuesday, she told you, 'You're my only soulmate in this game.' But by 9:00 pm that same night—" I paused, and the dot settled on her chat with Cyrus Richmond, the second-highest spender in the game.

I said, my eyes slipping shut as his fingers moved through my hair. “It won’t be the only one,” he chuckled and I cracked an eye open to look at him. “What do you mean?” “Amelia, one night with you would never be enough for me.” Sin said, “There are so many sides of you that I want to explore.” Pushing up on my elbow my eyes met his, “I have mates.” I said with a frown, I didn’t need a devil thrown into that mix. “If it’s not me, it would be another one. Devils and demons are drawn to offspring of succubus like moths to the flame.”

The magic tearing through both of us was unbearable, like being ripped apart and stitched back together wrong. “What have you done?” Seraphine shrieked. “Ending you!” I screamed back. The binding was unraveling. I could feel its threads snapping one by one. But the spell didn’t stop. All the gathered power had to go somewhere, and it was pouring into us. Into me. Into her. The backlash hit like a hammer. My already damaged wolf connection shattered. Something deep inside my spirit tore. Seraphine screamed. Around us, the last of her followers who hadn’t yet died in the blood sacrifice started collapsing. The magic reversed direction violently, ripping back into her.