Surviving A Harem Novels & Stories

"I thought we were past this. Thought we were working as a team. As a pack." "We are," Alvaro says desperately. "This was just—it's hard. Having to share you with two other alphas. Every instinct says you're mine, mine alone. And when I saw Hayes threatening you, when Luciano challenged my claim on the situation—" "I'm not yours alone," I interrupt. "I'm all of yours. That's what being in a reverse harem means. That's what having multiple mates means. You don't get to be possessive and territorial with each other. You have to share."

He told me he doesn't like the idea of having me running rogue around the castle where the other men lounge around. But I was quite fine with going to the harem. I had a few questions that I figured some of the harem girls would understand and answer for me. When I walk into the room, I notice it's mostly empty. Cassandra sits on her cot, lazily staring out one of the large windows on the side of the wall. It is placed high, probably designed to keep the whores from escaping the harem. Sulpicia, Didyme, Athenodora, Mrudulla, Evalyn, and Ivona are gone from the harem. Even Michelle is gone. Cassandra sits up from her place at the cot. "Hello," she greets softly. "I

At last, she found him, lying in a pool of blood, his grey eyes staring up at her, cold and lifeless. “No, no!” she screamed, running from the sight. Running and running until… Someone grabbed her, tearing her clothes off her. It was Imran and he was grinning, skull-like, rotting fingers probing at her private parts. Then he disappeared and she was drowning in the swirling sea. Going down, down. No breath left to scream. Christine felt someone shaking her. “Hey, hey Christine. Wake up, girl.” Raven had her in his arms. She gasped in a breath, clutching at Raven’s naked shoulders. Unable to utter a coherent sentence.

Rainee Bianco stood at the front of the room, acting like she had everything under control. "Stop running around. The hallway's blocked, so we can't get out. Everyone, move into the triangle zones in the corners and wait for rescue. We'll be fine." My terrified classmates started cramming into the corners. I stared at Rainee's self-righteous face, my head spinning. I was back. Back at the exact moment the earthquake hit in my last life. After Rainee got drunk and drowned, Tristan lured me to the edge of a cliff.

"No can do, Your Majesty. You need to give us a direction first. Everyone would only become hungrier if we run around like headless chickens and come back with nothing." No one wanted to die of hunger, and they thought I had a point. So, they turned to Queenie and made the same request. Queenie was panicking, her back drenched in sweat. Then, her eyes lit up. "There's a hill straight east, and the base is covered in mushrooms! We can forage for those! And there's a field further east. It's something the previous survivors left." She smiled smugly. "See? Told you they'd forgive us if you'd just apologize."

Maybe she enjoyed the experience. I took two steps back. No, I didn’t want this. No girl would want to be with a stranger like that. No matter how talented or wealthy he was. To me, he was just a stranger. [The hymen doesn’t truly exist the way people think. Its proper name is the vaginal membrane. It isn’t a sealed layer—it already has openings to allow menstrual flow. [Some girls’ membranes can change or tear from activities like squatting or dancing. Countless men take pride in being someone’s “first,” setting examples for others, while countless women are bound and judged because of this thin layer.]

“So what are we going to do?” Lennon asked himself, trying to think of a way to survive this messed up world, the difficulty of their mission went from 0 to 100 real fast with no warning. “We will learn how to survive.” Maya said, moving Noah away from her, after she noticed that he was uncomfortable sleeping in her lap. She already made a plan in her head on what to do and that consisted of hiding and learning how to defend themselves, with Noah being the top priority.

I pointed out. Bryja nodded, “So what are we going to do with our spare time while the Berserkers get the information from the Vamp?” “What do we do whenever we have spare time?” I asked her, then replied, “We train.” Valhalla Bride was famous for sending us on one mission after another downtime to train would be a welcome change. “Really?” Bryja asked, disappointed. “We wouldn’t want to get rusty, would we?” I asked with a smile.

The professor, oblivious to the term, questioned, "What does 'harem' mean?" I cast a wry smile at him. "Professor, sometimes ignorance is bliss." Randy, always eager to enlighten, explained, " 'Harem' means one man dating multiple women at the same time!" The professor frowned, his disapproval evident. "Oh, this won't do! One should be faithful!" "It's just a novel! But what intrigues me about this one is the male lead; I've never seen a protagonist in a harem novel this hard to pursue!" Randy said.

Or maybe this place just wasn't as complex as my old pack had been. Within twenty minuets we found Dominic and the group of warriors he was training with. There were a near by set of benches that had some other people sitting on them so we decided to just kinda sit on the grass near by and watch. The people sitting on the benches I noticed were all women. Some were whispering about different unmated warriors and others were chatting about their mates or cheering them on. A few of the women were very clearly pregnant. None of them seemed to notice or care that Amelia and I were sitting there watching as well.