The Concubine Is A Man Novels & Stories

Bruce lay on the couch, looking smug as he said, "Thanks for this, Evan. I had a little fall just now, and Janice felt so bad for me that she asked you to come clean up instead." I stared at the mess on the bed and felt a wave of nausea. I couldn't stop myself from punching Bruce squarely in the face. "You're disgusting. Do you really enjoy being the other man that much? Don't you have any shame?" He covered his cheek and looked pitifully over at Janice. "Janice, am I the other man here?"

"Who will explain to me why my consort was treated like a criminal?" The temperature in the room seemed to drop suddenly. The hotel's head butler—a high-ranking vampire appointed to oversee council affairs—trembled as he stepped forward, fear flashing in his crimson eyes. "Your Majesty," he stammered, bowing deeply. "This... this is a misunderstanding. The hotel had no intention of offending Her Majesty the Queen." "A misunderstanding?" Aurelius coldly retorted. His silver gaze swept across the room. "I saw with my own eyes the council guards laying hands on my consort."

As my eyes traced the third clause, my fingers tightened on the paper's edge. "In the event of infidelity by the Wife (Winona Grahm), all shares in Grahm Corporation held in her name shall be automatically transferred to the Husband (Jeffrey Yard)." I'd had enough, Winona. It was time to end this farce. … When I returned home with the documents, Winona was seated on the couch in the dimly lit living room. The moment she saw me, her eyes lit up, but her voice dripped with contempt. "Henry called me. He was very worked up and said you humiliated him. When did you become so petty, Jeff?"

Recognition immediately filled his eyes. "What is Victor Kane’s wife doing at our dinner table?" He growled. "I'm n-not_" I began to stammer when everyone looked at me curiously. "She's my wife." The man at my side announced. "Don't tell me you married this whore!" The older man's face twisted with disgust, "She's been passed around New York like the cup at a holy communion." Gasps went up around the room while I prayed for the ground to open up and swallow me.

As I was about to open the door, the man woke up. “Why are you gone so soon? " I had a good night with you…” his broad voice made goosebumps raid my body. It was a good mix of pleasure and disgust! It made me remember some parts of last night. The sound of him moaning into my ears while thrusting deeply in me. He pulled my hands up over my head, and caressed my body while driving me nuts. At the thought of that, I opened the door and stepped out without saying a word. I didn't have the courage to face the man I slept with at the clubhouse.

His hand went to my hair pushing my hair from my face. "Tell me you’re mine," he told me as we gazed into each other's eyes. "Tell me!" he ordered me. I didn't answer him, for I knew I belonged to his brother no matter how beautiful the moments we shared were. I was Alpha Maximus' concubine, not his. Marcel sat up and took me in his arms, my feet went around his waist, and I sat on his legs feeling his manhood no longer erect between my wet thighs. His arms went around my waist and his eyes stared hard into mine.

– Andreas, now, I am a young man with a young appearance, a man no more than 18 years old, who looked more like a muscular gigolo, wearing nothing more than a robe, lying on the bed, hugging his three concubines, and They were those women that he had the job of killing his rivals to keep. - Let's enjoy it, Mariana, Helena, and Cassandra. – He said, kissing each one of them. - Honey, I'm going to hang up. - He said. - Old bastard. – The woman said, getting into her limousine in the back, with her three men, boasting about her. - Where were we before we arrived? – The woman questioned her three men. - I was in your mouth. – One of them said. - I was in your breast. – The other said.

She smiled at his cuteness and couldn't be mad at him anymore for leaving like that. Before Megara could say something, she felt a presence in front of her. The person's scent was almost alluring and she immediately got the idea that the person was one of Evans' concubines. The audacity of still having concubines despite having a mate. "Who are you?" The concubine asked bitterly, her voice deliberately sharpened by her.

“And that’s exactly why you’re perfect for him. He needs someone easy to mold, and that’s you. You’re a pawn, not a player. A concubine who can offer him power.” The word “concubine” slammed into me like a punch to the chest, knocking the breath from my lungs. It echoed in my head, stinging and relentless. My heart thudded so loudly it drowned out the faint creak of the wind outside the window. My mouth fell open, a protest half-formed, but the weight of his gaze made the words stumble and tangle on my tongue. I wanted to shout, to deny everything he was saying, but the raw certainty in his eyes stilled my voice, suffocating me with doubt.

"First you trap me in this place, proclaiming me as your long-lost queen without giving me a clue as to how that is even possible. Nobody here has explained how I fit the bill, either. Then two women here act like I am some piece of crap stuck under their shoes—" "Two women?" His eyebrows furrowed. "Sylvira, which you are aware of, and Desena." I folded my arms. "You spoke to Desena?" His eyes widened for a split moment. "How else did I know you had concubines?" I scoffed. "Of course I met her. I met her with two of your other concubines. At least the other two had more manners than her. I'm tired of all these. You don't even know what you want. How can you keep me here with all these women?