Surviving A Harem Novels & Stories

Daniel always called me his plaything—someone he could use however he wanted—while keeping Wendy pristine and sacred. I cried so hard reading those chapters. But now that I’d transmigrated, there was no way I was letting him ruin my life again. After I got my paycheck at the end of the month, I was gone. Escape was the soul of this genre. His friends weren’t bad, though. And since this was a reverse-harem story, I had to respect the original plot. If I didn’t follow the plot, I might disappear. Or get smited by lightning. Or zapped by the system.

Alpha Arkane held my hand and raised it into the air. "Today, we've discovered a great wolf within our pack!" he shouted. Everyone shouted. I no longer had to hide who I am. I am Salem Harpen, a born Luna, and the last surviving River Pack Member.

Beginning of Book 3 Ruled by the Princess: Realm of the Chosen, a Reverse Harem Romance The sound of horses’ hooves beating against packed earth, cheers from the crowded stands, and the jarring clang of wood on metal were all drowned out by the sound of Princess Katrinetta’s heart beating out of her chest as she stared down from the riser. Gripping the wooden barrier that separated her from a fifteen foot fall to the arena floor beneath her, Kit’s knuckles were white, and despite the cool temperatures, a fine line of perspiration beaded her forehead.

But the harem seems like the best idea. I moved with my gun behind me, my mask was still intact. I stepped into the huge mansion, I just need to find the harem. I was almost down the hall way when I began to hear loud moans. The harem was definitely close by, I smirked when I got to the end of the hallway. The moans was louder this time. I pushed the left door with my feet. I cringed, the women here were all naked and they were being fucked by some of the soldiers. Mateo should have been here to see this. He ordered this soldiers to keep his territory safe, but they were here keeping the pussy of his whores safe, interesting.

She was on the bed, covers drawn over. “I’m Aria.” She sat on her bed. “And that right there is what it is to survive.” “With three men?” Damn it. I shouldn't have put it that way. The girl on the bed scoffed. “She just returned from hers.” Aria tipped her head towards the girl folded under the bed. “She’s Eve.” “I didn’t mean it that way.” I offered quietly. “I know, everyone thinks the same until it’s the only means to keep your head. Little lesson, they’ll kill you for far less here. Surviving comes before leaving.”

Amanda demanded more information about the unknown event, staring at the warning still hanging inside her vision. “What exactly changed?” she asked, her voice tight. “Tell me what you detected beneath the ocean floor.” A.R.I.S. answered without delay. {Environmental movement detected beneath the ocean floor.} Amanda's stomach tightened. She stared at the words, then toward the distant coastline beyond the unfinished fortress, suddenly unable to breathe normally. “What is moving?” Amanda asked. {Unable to identify the source.} Her fingers tightened around her phone. “How deep is it?” {Insufficient information.} Amanda's heart began pounding harder as uncertainty settled deeper inside her.

"You left me stranded overseas for four years, fully aware that I almost died multiple times trying to track you down. You didn't lift a finger. You just sat back and treated my survival like a joke. "Since the day I landed, I've told you repeatedly that we're done and I'm not marrying you. So, which one of us is playing games?" Damian tried to justify himself, his voice wavering. "I knew you were abroad, but there's no way you actually went to the front lines. You're just a girl—" "What about it?" Sebastian cut him off, his gaze darkening. "The woman you're talking about repeatedly ran straight into heavy fire, risking her life to report from active war zones.

By the time I hid everything, I heard a scream of horror. My mates went on guard, and the purple smoke dissipated. The regent had Hakan tied to the wall with ice vines. That scene looked familiar, but what surprised me the most was to see the regent using his golden fingernail to mark a rune on Hakan's forehead. The leader of the anarchists was shaking and screaming at the same time. The situation was a complete mess. At that moment, Aria woke up and started coughing black blood. “What's happening to her?” asked Connor to Aris.

“Because all I see is a girl drowning in her own power, too afraid to swim.” I snap. “I’m trying,” I hiss. “You have no idea what I’ve done, what I’ve given, to protect Altinna. The man I love is dead, my mother has lost her magic, everyone is relying on me, and I am doing everything I can to survive.” “And yet you still look for someone else to save you.” The words hit harder than I expect. I stagger back a step, the echo of her voice crackling through the air like thunder. Seraphira lifts her hand. The world around us ripples, warps, reshapes into something entirely different.

“ I have a new guest for you. Please welcome him with open arms as I have done you. Please show him around and help him work through this new chapter in his life.” I walked back to the car and opened the trunk and helped John out. “ John, you need to pick a new name, change your hair color, and try to adopt a new accent.” John shook his head in understanding. As I walked John back to the crowd of families, recognition started to flood his face. “ These… These are…” “ Yes, John these are the families Bernardi Marrieotti hired me to kill.” “ But…. How??” “ Well John, the same way for you. I took them out, and gave them new life. I didn’t put you in the trunk to kill you. I put you in the trunk