Ugly Womans Harem Code Novels & Stories

Early in the morning, Hana was on the other side of the fence, gathering all 60 people in the shared dorm room. Then put into each of them a bottle of clear water. Hana gave Emma two bottles. Hana then carefully instructed each of them on how to use it. Three hours away from the match, Hana stood still and watched the effects of the water level nervously. Despite her belief in herself, the physically exotic people are different from real werewolves, so Hana is unsure of the success rate.

“We love you.” I closed my eyes, safe and full and completely theirs. The night had been everything I needed and more. A perfect celebration of the four of us together. “And we want more babies from you.” Revenge. Love. All in a month led to this. No one can separate us now since the council had approved the unification system where all the three packs would now be led by my mates and their successors in the coming years. They are really my revenge harem. I love them very much.

They looked more like harlots, and the smell of cigarette was thick in the air. "Yes. You only have to train her on what to do. No service of any men. She belongs to my boss alone. Understood?" "Sure," Rosa said, her eyes gleaming as she peered at me. "I am Rosa Benson, and this is Martha Lawrence," Rosa introduced herself to me and extended her hand for a handshake. I hesitated for a while and shook hands with her, as she had fair skin, while Martha was brown and dressed in green. "We are in charge of this Harem, and our duty is to educate the women on how to entertain the men. I hope you get it?" Rosa said, smiling sweetly as she looked at me with her shining brown eyes.

“Not who. How.” For a moment, the air seemed to press in on them, thick and metallic. Old magic had a taste copper and earth, like blood soaking into roots. This was that, and more. Yara’s hand trembled over the surface of the table, tracing patterns only she understood. “Three flames,” she whispered. “Three where there should be two.” Several heads turned sharply. “You’re speaking of the old verse,” Thane said. “It is no verse,” Yara replied. “It is prophecy. And we buried it for a reason.”

This had to be a very watered-down version of whatever they did back in their military days, and their training, and connections, were still as sharp as ever. Those we were playing against ganged up on us and it was over. As we were waiting to start a new game, there was chatter over the mic. "The woman's with FT-1. She's the one with the cowboy hat." My character's description resounded. Were they going to intentionally target me? It sounded that way.

“Tonight we’re offering you the Harem Contract. If you sign it, you officially become our shared Gangbang Princess. You belong to all of us. We will use you regularly — sometimes small groups, sometimes much larger ones. Your holes will be trained, stretched, and filled on a consistent basis. You will be worshipped, used, and cared for. In return, you give us complete freedom to claim every part of you whenever we want.” The room was silent except for my heavy breathing. Twelve men watched me intently, cocks still semi-hard, waiting for my answer. I sat up slowly, cum dripping from my body, and took the folder with shaking hands.

Weeks slipped away in the blink of an eye. Ruby's mission to date a hundred guys had already gone well past the halfway mark. In her dorm room, she hung a canvas featuring a countdown from one to 100. Every time she "conquered" someone new, she crossed off another number. Not only was Ruby sleeping with different men frequently, but she also refused to use any protection. Whenever anyone reminded her, she'd merely respond with mockery and disdain. At that pace, getting pregnant was almost unavoidable.

Even if it was a pleasurable occurrence for Cassandra of the past, they've come to realise how wrong it was in a third person's perspective. Falling in love with five people at the same time was tedious. All five falling in love with one girl was like a fairytale. To prevent from heartaches and heart breaks, this reverse harem was hence deemed Forbidden. The Forbidden Reverse Harem shall not continue.

She took a small container from her bed and placed it on the table. After a while, a fat worm began to crawl out of the container. Lena took out a dagger and cut her finger, allowing blood to drip down on the worm. The worm was white. However, the worm quickly turned red from the blood. … After the sky turned dark, the moonlight shone down on the hut. It looked beautiful and serene. Although the leaves blocked the moonlight, the moonlight still lit up the hut. No one made a sound. Only the sound of the wind rustling and some frogs ribbiting could be heard.

Glass shattered. Then, she jumped up as someone picked up the line on the phone. “SCF Emergency Hotline?” “There’s like to be a Code White Wolf at Mayhem Arcade in Hecate City?” “Please hold your position and stay out of danger.” With a low growl, the other one lunged forward. Her fingers turned into claws and slashed through the woman’s top. The other woman darted back before pulling out her own claws that left a red gash across the woman’s face.