Novel & Cerita Reverse Harem Webtoon

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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.

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!”

he kept panting and kept thinking of how he would explain all this to Harmony. When Harmony opened her eyes…she looked as if she was lost but then she saw him… “Oh my God! Oh my God! Ichab! You did it! You brought us back…” Ichabod frowned, “Harmony, I’m sorry, I really wish I know how to explain and…” “Who are you calling Harmony? It is I, Dennis! I am back!” ** I

**Trigger warnings for this book: this is a dark romance werewolf story containing gaslighting, dub-con, assault, rape, violence, bondage, in a Reverse Harem scenario, involving bxg and bxb group sex scenes. There is a chapter separately marked with a trigger warning that features a pregnancy loss.** The River House, The Day After the Funeral

“What rites?” Axel hesitated, then answered honestly. “A convergent bond.” Silence fell on the room at his words. I felt Lina stir sharply, recognition flashing through her. “A reverse-harem ritual,” Gina spat, disgust curling her lip. “Say it plainly.” A wave of shock swept the room. “That’s obscene!” “Unnatural!” “Blasphemy!” Kieran smiled faintly. “You should hear the success rate.” Gina rounded on him. “This is a stunt. A distraction.”

“Find another way or we do it together. Those are the only options.” Five seconds. I looked at her. At the woman who had turned around after four minutes. At everything. “Together,” I said. The window peaked. **** I activated the reversal fully. Not the partial hold I’d been maintaining — the full opening, the complete inversion of the outward channel, everything I had pointed in the wrong direction from what thirty years of binding had made my body want to do. The chamber responded. The white runes surged — brighter than before, brighter than the convergence had made them, the specific brightness of a system being run in reverse generating heat it wasn’t designed to manage.

How did I miss the obvious games these two could barely keep hidden? It wasn't until miscarriage after miscarriage had wrecked my body that a friend finally forced me to see the truth. I had the tonic Asher fed me every day tested. Sure enough, it was laced with high doses of abortifacients. I secretly hacked into his texts, determined to dig up every buried detail. The truth was more disgusting than anything I could have invented. He and my sister had been a thing since high school. But they were both players, constantly breaking up and making up.