Surviving A Harem Novels & Stories

Her skin was clear except for a few freckles across her nose. Not bad at all. But that strange tight feeling in my stomach didn’t go away. People didn’t make me nervous. The doctor excused himself and slipped out of the room, leaving us alone. For a moment we just looked at each other. “So,” she said with a small smile, “I’m Paris. The surrogate.” I nodded. “I’m Revan Blank.” For some reason I even gave a small wave. I had never waved at anyone outside my family in my entire life.

Two of the boys stared at me with pure hatred. Alarm shot through me. I instinctively turned to leave, but Dominic blocked the doorway. "Where are you going? You just got back. Vanessa even made chili. Put your stuff down and come eat." He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the living room. She disappeared into the kitchen, then returned carrying a pot of violently bubbling red broth. My heart pounded like a drum. I remembered how, in my last life, that scalding chili had been dumped over me, burning my skin open, and the pain had been unbearable. Was I really unable to escape it again?

“Yes, of course. I do!” Damon moved first, hovering over me, to position his already throbbing length to my entrance. He slammed into me, slaps of skin on skin echoing in the safe room. Then, Julian followed after, pumping in and out. Then, Christian flipped me around, having me in all fours and slamming into me. This was my new life and I couldn't be so lucky to be this blessed with three huge dicks at once.

I felt myself inside her fucking her, sucking her blood. At that moment I made the first blood whore and as they kept coming, I kept drinking. It was a high, craving, a drive to keep the ooze at a sort of bay. I heard Blair getting dressed in the closet, “I never did find out why they all survived.” “It was me. I plead to the goddess to keep them alive, to give them second chance mates. Not these people exactly but to spare those that she deemed worthy. Yet you turned my request into a nightmare,” she came out dressed ready for a day just like any other, but she had the armband with Sarin’s face still on it. I had a feeling there would be Noel’s added to it but maybe not; we didn’t live in t

I replied as Orel jerked in surprise. “They have twice as much as we do Themis, surely you cannot be right.” “Oh I am right, we have something that they don’t.” I winked at him. “And what is that?” Orel asked me with skeptism written all over his tone. “The most powerful legion of the last magic kingdom that survived the fall of that era and their queen.” I replied as Orel looked at me with a thoughtful look on his face before nodding. “Okay, let’s end this war.” Orel made to stand but I covered his hand with mine.

And it was hard to think that four months ago that I didn't even know they existed. Heck, If someone would've told me that I'd fall in love with three men-- that fucking kidnapped my annoying ass-- in such a short period, I would've laughed at their faces and asked if they were high or sick. Back to the trio. They needed someone strong. Hence their criminal lifestyle. Someone capable of taking life by the horns and making it their bitch and I, I wasn't that person. I was a survivor, not a fighter. Not the one that they needed.

Unless you have guests randomly show up as I often seem to. Axel stirs in my mind, hating unannounced company. We’d been hoping for a long hot bath and a few beers. I’d been working a case for a few days now of a small pack that was raided, barely two dozen people and only half survived it. It was brutal and it just never gets easier. So far there’s been no rhyme or reason to it, and few survivors have been too traumatized to say much. “Everything okay,” I question, when I realize Harlow isn’t making eye contact with me.

"I would presume it would be more like a friends-with-benefits situation." "But?" I pressed, knowing there was more. "You mentioned something about my healing nature last night, didn't you?" "I did," he admitted. "This needs a little more context to make sense." He took a drink of his water before continuing. "I'm sure you understand that those that serve together in the service tend to form a brotherhood. A deeper bond than most individuals would." I nodded in agreement and understanding. "In our fire-team, there were only four of us: Riley, Tristan, Ash and I. We spoke a lot about our pasts, our traumas, our struggles and fears. We also spoke about our dreams and our futures. As well as th

Hearing him call me that made Zariah stir and made me melt inside a little. I had done it. I had escaped my ass hole rejected mate and found my second chance mate. I still had a lot to do but I had Amelia, Kyle, Dominic and Emron to help me. I didn't know what would happen but I wasn't completely worried about it and neither was Zariah. I would rescue my pack though from Elstan, I owed them that much. I just hoped it wouldn't be too late. END BOOK ONE

HELENA Sunrays seeped through the cracks in the wooden walls. It didn’t feel like morning. It felt like survival continued. I woke slowly, my body stiff in ways that made every breath feel like a reminder of what had happened. For a moment, I didn’t move. I didn’t think. Just lay there, staring at the dim ceiling, trying to remember where I was.