The Concubine Novel Novels & Stories

It was her. The woman from the maze. The woman I’d seen arguing with a man… then kissing him… then fucking him right then and there as if they didn’t care if they got caught. . Advisor Saffron’s sister. Concubine Naomi. And I could bet my life that the man she was with that night was not His Majesty the King. A soft laugh slipped from my mouth. “Well,” I said, smirking as our eyes locked. “This just became… very interesting.”

This was no ordinary night out. Andrew leaned forward, whispered something to them, and they nodded immediately. The door opened. Inside, the bass dulled but the air was still heavy with smoke. Two men lounged on plush couches, each surrounded by half-naked women wearing nothing but transparent bras and tiny bikini bottoms. The table before them was crowded with bottles of whiskey, champagne, ashtrays, and cigarette packs. “Yo, man.” One of them, tall, broad, grinning, stood and clapped Andrew into a hug. Smoke drifted from his mouth. “When did you arrive? I thought you were just joking when you said you were coming.”

In his mind, women were just distractions—people who used men for sex or money and eventually brought them down to their ruin. He had turned down every socialite and model who tried to get close to him. He knew they only wanted the wealth and power of the CEO of Knight Industries. The real reason for his arrest, the secrets of his past, and how he finally earned his freedom were things he kept locked away in a dark corner of his soul. No one knew the truth. When he needed a release, he went to the private VIP sections of the city’s most exclusive clubs with his men. It was transactional. It was easy. It allowed him to focus entirely on growing his empire and making more money than anyone els

Remus looked like a man holding a bomb that was about to explode. Duncan’s suspicion, buried under seven months of agonizing grief, finally woke up. A dark, cold curiosity ignited in his chest. He didn't say a word. He didn't challenge her lie in front of the council. He simply sat back in his chair, watching his new wife with the silent, patient gaze of a tiger watching a trap being set. ~~~~~~~~ Late that night, the mansion was completely silent. The celebration had ended, the elders had returned to their estates, and the heavy spring rain began to beat a steady rhythm against the glass windows.

Close enough to wonder what kind of man carried that story for two years and still got up in the morning looking like stone. “Who took her?” she whispered. His eyes returned to hers. “I don’t know.” The bedroom door unlocked behind them. Slowly. Mrs Vale gasped. Adrian moved instantly, pulling Elena behind him again, but not before she saw the door open by inches. A man’s voice came from the hallway, old and cold and pleased. “Send in the contract wife.”

ALENA I monotonously browsed through the magazine I was holding as I was buried in a fluffy bean bag. How did I get to be so unlucky? I had a die-hard-for billionaire for a husband who I was currently on our honeymoon with yet it seemed like it was just some ordinary boring period with me, myself, and I. I tossed the magazine away after I came across an article about babies and motherhood stuff. It was like a hard slap in the face. My husband didn't even want to look at me or touch me.

Conrad was stupefied. "My dear Fiancé. The bride lives with his Groom right"? Noah wrapped his arms around Conrad's shoulder hiding his smile and then they all covered their ears because Conrad was screaming to kill Noah was Noah was running around to save his ass from Conrad. ---- Tabby

I looked down at our bare bodies, at the messy sheets that still smelled like our desperate lovemaking, and forced a cruel, careless shrug. ​"But don't worry about this," I said, gesturing casually between the two of us. "We can still continue. We can still go on just like this. So what if I marry Clara? So what if she bears the Luna title and bears my children?" ​I leaned back, delivering the final, fatal blow with a voice as cold as ice. "You can still be my concubine." ​Rebecca’s eyes widened, a horrifying mix of shock and anger flashing through them. "What did you just say?" she spat, the words catching in her throat as if she couldn't believe the awful things coming out of my mouth.

I dropped my bag immediately, ran off to get his coffee, on my way back I paused a little to catch my breath before knocking on his door, then I heard some conversations, normally I would go back and wait or just knock before entering but I heard something that got my attention. "Okay, so what's it going to be? Now that she's gone, you need a Luna, An alpha can't be left alone," "I Know and that's why I'm trying my best to find that person, it's not been easy on me, after Fiona died, I couldn't bring myself to find another mate, and when I finally do, it's Forbidden, she's the only one I can connect with, I can even read her mind." "But you know no Alpha can be mated to a

And the library was the long been forbidden place that the concubine thought was the place of knowledge of the likes of the king. Discreetly, every concubine device a plan to not be caught doing something out of the order. Infiltrating a forbidden library never been in their knowledge as an act of treason, and they proceed to the plan without too much thought of it. Plastered in their faces was excitement, thought that it's one of the King's mystery that waited to be discover, and that it was device by the King's itself to begin with.