Reverse Harem Webtoon Novels & Stories

“We really made it.” “Yes,” he said. “We did.” They closed the door behind them. No fairytales. No applause. Just three hearts, still beating together. Just love. Pure. Proven. Enduring. They had conquered every storm. And they had done it together. They had chosen love over revenge. Integrity over power. Grace over pride. Each other—over and over again. And so, they lived… Happily. Ever after.

Taking a steadying breath, she stepped forward. The hallway behind was no less imposing. The polished marble floors gleamed under the golden glow of wall-mounted lanterns, their intricate carvings casting delicate shadows across the walls. Lined along the corridor were twelve men. Their uniforms were crisp, formal and strange. As the doors opened fully, Carmen emerged. Every single one of them bowed their heads in unison. She froze, blinking in confusion. What was going on? Why were they bowing their heads as if she were some ruler from the Joseon dynasty?

The Evers turn to look at me, then turn away in disgust. *Hot stuff,* Harlow whistles, over mind-link. I turn and wink at her before sitting. Over the next hour, Rowan, Tate and I all testify that we are in fact Harlow’s fated mates. That we love Reha more than our next breath, and that we’ll do everything we can to give her the best life possible. She’s literally living in a fortress, and couldn’t be more safe.

It was common knowledge that the chairman of Prosperous Group had two children who had spent their lives abroad, and the heir to the family was due to return home this year to take over the family business. It was a strange coincidence that Calvin, who had been living in my house, was not only close in age to my brother but also shared the same last name as my father. In order to preserve his fragile ego, Calvin stopped explaining whenever people found out he lived in Latham Manor, the largest residence available in Silkenbrook. He had grown so accustomed to the perks of being the heir to the Latham family that he eventually started spinning lies so grand that he even started believing them

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!.

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My heart leaped into my throat as his lips explored mine; working them until they parted, and his tongue began to twirl in a rhythmic sync with my tongue. I knew I probably should have stopped it; with everything going on right now, Xaden and Zach going into war, Damien fighting with Sarah, the baby dragon running loose, and the fact that I’m apparently the Moon Queen reincarnate, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop anything happening between Harley and me.

Daring to cross such realms had never truly crossed her mind but as her eighteenth birthday begins to approach, she knows her future is already set in two paths; sold as a slave to another cruel master or work in the brothels as one of the many town whores. Driven by purpose and a thirst to change the fate aligned for her, Ariadne disguises herself as a boy and crosses realms in search of a greater life-- But what meets her on the other end is so much more. WARNING; This story is rated R for mature audiences only. It contains sexual themes, violence, gore, profanity and nonconsent. Readers discretion is advised.

“It was easy to realize it's the same with you; where's the anchor?” “Why are you interested in hearing about my mate?” I asked. “Because I had a revelation,” said Bruno. “I'm going to heal them; we have no time to waste. We must stop Hakan from stealing her powers from her, and if you are who you think you are, you must know that you can summon the chaos magic the anchor gave you when you bonded.” Aris and I looked at each other immediately. We didn't know what the man was talking about, but the last thing we could lose was hope, so we agreed to let the man heal us. Bruno did it quickly and efficiently; by the time he finished healing us, our bodies were intact.

Heat coiled tight in my gut, electric and inevitable. I came hard, hips jerking off the mattress, thick ropes of cum spilling over my fist, streaking across my stomach in hot pulses. My vision blurred at the edges, breath ragged and uneven, every muscle locked and trembling as the aftershocks rolled through me. I kept stroking through it, slower now, milking the last drops until I was oversensitive and shaking. I lay there after, breathing hard, staring at the ceiling. What the actual fuck. What the actual fuck was that.