Ugly Womans Harem Code Novels & Stories

He growled. Mte? MATE! MATE! She must be in the room with my body. She’s the source of the delicious smell. I need to wake up because I’m going to eat her like my inner fat kid wants to eat a few dozen peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. I slammed into the door at the end of the hallway, hoping to find a glimpse of my mate. Of course, I’m not that lucky. The smell was gone, and I found myself at the feet of a GIANT Queen of Hearts card! Are you FUCKING kidding me?! It looks like I reached the final boss of this level. If getting through her gets me closer to waking up, this big bitch is going down!

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

Now he got married to a middle aged millionaire and most probably got here as her plus one. Noah stepped half in front of me, voice low and dangerous. “Walk away.” Mace’s eyes flicked to him, then back to me. “Still need three men to fight your battles, huh? Pathetic.” I opened my mouth to answer but a soft voice cut through. “Darcelle Vance?” I turned. An older woman in her late sixties with her silver hair in an elegant chignon, navy gown, pearl earrings stood smiling warmly. I recognized her instantly. It was Margaret Hale, founder of Hale Global Logistics.

"There are lots of rooms in there, each with its own... 'occupant.' You need to pick a place to stay, then figure out how to survive their welcome for ten days." Everyone started heading for the manor. I followed behind, without noticing glowing comments floating in the air above us. 【Livestream Viewers: 233,847】 【Comment 1: lol more newbies here to die】 【Comment 2: a face-blind girl in a horror game? she won't even see it coming lmao】 【Comment 3: Sensory deficiencies in an S-class game is suicide】 【Comment 4: wait, i've heard of this game. even the legendary guild leader of Nightfall got his whole team wiped out here】

"You're lucky, Miss Vivi. Three mates fighting for you. Must be some story behind that." I smiled, thinking of the incredible men and the time we had just shared, even if it had been cut short. "It's a crazy one. But yes, I'm a very lucky female." We reached the compound in record time, and Soren immediately hurried off to join the other warriors. I made my way toward the main cabin, the weight of the men's absence settling on me as the front door closed behind me. The place was bustling with activity, wolves preparing for the battle, their eyes bright with determination. I sought out Sage, finding her overseeing the packing of medical supplies.

They fought back with all their might, but against the overwhelming numbers and ferocity of the werewolves, their resistance proved feeble and futile. Jeremy, leading the charge, guided Celeste into the heart of the control room, the nerve center of the diabolical experiments. In a frenzy of determination, he wrecked havoc on the computers, reducing them to twisted metal and sparks, while Celeste stood by his side in unwavering support, a steadfast guardian in the chaos.

Even though it's technically mid-day training hours and the dorms should be a ghost town, my enhanced hearing picks up something the second Arlo and I step out of the elevator on the third floor. Arlo stiffens beside me, his face turning the color of a tomato. "Do you...hear that?" he whispers. "Yep." We turn the corner of the hallway and stop. Directly in front of room 306, a couple is tangled together in a passionate, aggressive embrace. The woman has her back pressed against my door. She is stunning, with curves that could cause traffic accidents. Two obsidian, curved horns sprout from her dark hair, and a long, slender tail with a plump, heart-shaped tip wraps around her partner's thigh.

"Should I mention that the woman is lucky if she gets caught by one man and not all of them? If more than one man catches the woman, she belongs to them all." Thank the Moon Goddess; we're so damn possessive. Werewolves don't tend to share their partners unless it's a special case, but even on those occasions, consent is essential. I reach for her hand. "So, it turns into forced reverse harem activity?" "Exactly. To each their own, but the forced part isn't quite something anyone would enjoy, right?" I nod, eager to learn more.

Blue Shrew sighed dramatically, then made her slow, sultry walk back to her chair. Beige locked eyes with Ivy. Here at least there was some intelligence. "Being part of a harem means being part of a sisterhood. Can you live and work with thirty women and not cause trouble?" Thirty women? Had Ivy heard her right? Who the hell needed thirty women? Ivy smiled sweetly. "I'm not a troublemaker. I'm a trouble-ender." "If ending that trouble means keeping your mouth shut, can you do it?" "Whatever is good for my prince is good for me."

Tall, caramel skin, jet black hair, and grey eyes with a hint of hazel in them. Blake’s POV Walking into this poor looking hotel, I smell something intoxicating. Waffles and pecans. My mom would make me waffle with toasted pecans all the time as a kid. Thinking to myself, I'm so glad I'm only here for a day, heading to the Munnin pack to agree to a treaty. Suddenly this woman, with brown skin and hazel eyes walks past me. The smell is increasing, I cannot help but to look. My beta, Jason, gives me a look of confusion wondering why I'm looking at someone so ragged. Brushing it off we book our rooms.