Reversed Gender Roles Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"This is actually a reverse harem novel. There are two romance routes in this story—one where Evelyn finds herself with Rafael, and another where she ends up with Xavier. You're the shared female antagonist in both routes," the system explained. I was at a complete loss for words. "Bet you didn't see that coming, didn't you?" I took a deep breath, then another. "System," I said. "Yes, I'm here." "Can I request to blow up this godforsaken world right now?" I gritted out.

As Richard glared at them, all of them shivered, hiding behind Heather and Owen. "You want to terminate the contract with my wife?" Pushed forward by the others, Owen panicked and shook his head. "No way, Mr. Montague! You invested in our show. How could I fire your wife? It was just a joke!" Heather timidly agreed. "Mr. Montague, we were all fooled by that fraud! No one could tell who was who. Please, have mercy on us." "Yeah, Madelyn is so much better than Kiara. She's obviously the real Mrs. Montague!"

He took the wet garment off of the ground and hung it up where the ladies would see it and be able to take it to be cleaned. She needed his help removing the especially designed stay that had gone beneath the lowcut gown, but didn’t have to ask as he stepped over and untied it for her. His breath was warm on the back of her neck, and on unsteady feet, she backed into him, noticing at once he was aroused. She moved forward, hoping not to compromise their progress and picked up her fresh stay off of the bed, holding it around her as he tightened it behind her as if he’d done this a thousand times before. Once she had her shift over her head, she felt more confident in removing the crotch-less

He could turn a blind eye to his wife’s petty cruelty to an orphaned girl in his household—but he would never tolerate a scandal this big, one that would ruin the entire clan’s reputation forever. “Clean up this mess. You two—get out of here and see a healer!” Tobias roared at the injured guards. Once the servants had all fled the hall, Tobias clutched the ledger in a death grip, and turned to face Eira. He stared at her face, which bore such a striking resemblance to the woman he’d once loved, and a storm of conflicting emotions raged in his chest: guilt, wariness, and above all else, a cold, gnawing panic that he could no longer control her.

She giggled pulling a soft snort from me as the dark haired man quirked a brow in amusement, his lips thinning with restraint. He was holding back a smile and that itself felt like an accomplishment to me. "Men are all the same, neonata. They can curse but don't want us to because it makes us sound less feminine." She sassily added. "But I say fuck it and fuck their barbaric rules. They always assume that they'll order us to do something and we'd just comply. Idioti." She scoffed pinching the bridge of her nose in exsparation. "Let's go neonata."

Sigourney traced circles on Theodore's chest, then, without hesitation, pulled him down onto the bed, positioning herself on top. "After all, we are husband and wife. I told you-fulfilling your duty as my husband isn't too much to ask, is it?" Sigourney blinked provocatively. At this point, if Theodore could still resist, then he wasn't a man at all-so Sigourney muttered angrily to herself. She was pouting when suddenly her head began to spin. In an instant, Theodore flipped the situation, pushing her down onto the bed. This time, of course, Theodore was on top.

The ravings Amelia had screamed in the great hall struck Lysander's greedy, warped mind like lightning. Amelia was hauled away, but Lysander was not executed. Confined to the servants' wing, he obsessed over her words in a fever of fear and resentment. My recent, almost prophetic moves only fed his delusion. He believed her! In his mind, he truly had been King in our previous life, and I, Elena, had ruled beside him as Queen!

This is fucking insane. I crossed dimensions, rewrote an entire plotline, spent three years rebuilding a collapsing pack for a man who just replaced me with the female lead exactly the way the original novel intended. And now I’m alone in a freezing guest room eating stale biscuits for dinner while they play house downstairs. If this were still sitting on my bookshelf back home, I would’ve thrown the damn novel at a wall by now. Hours later, my ankle swells badly enough that even standing hurts. I finally give up trying to ignore it.

"I read one Gor novel, too, which really isn't a romance novel." "No contemporary BDSM books, no how-tos, nothing like that?" Sam inquired. "No. That was pretty much it," I replied. "Did your wife have a safe word?" Brianna asked. "Yes. I figured there had to be some way for Julia to opt out of her slavery if the reality wasn't meeting her expectations," I answered. "With the exception of the John Norman Gor novel, all of the romances were by women authors? In none of the reverse harem books, the multiple men were ever upset or jealous at having to share their woman?" Sam asked again.

Third Person POV She lay pinned beneath him, feeling every thrust, her hands digging into his shoulders, her head flung back, his body moving over hers. He gave a loud growl and came as she stiffened, his cock sliding out of her abruptly, leaving her feeling dissatisfied as she hadn’t even been able to find her own release. Not that he cared. He never did. It was one of the many things she despised about him. Marissa was fast growing to realize that not every mate treated their other half like a treasure, and Darius was one of them. He seemed to have a love-hate relationship with her, maybe because, as a Hunter it was ingrained within him to hate shifters.