Ugly Womans Harem Code Novels & Stories

"Dylan, you were kind enough to give her a good life, but she cheated on you and got pregnant with another man's child. She's shameless." Her gaze dropped to my stomach. "I don't think that baby needs to exist. Better than letting it grow up and embarrass everyone." A chill ran through me as I looked at Dylan in fear. He hesitated for a long moment, then he clenched his jaw. "That bastard can't stay." In the next moment, Vanessa directed the others toward me. Someone yanked my hair, another pushed my shoulders, and insults rained down from all sides. Vanessa leaned close to my ear and whispered coldly, "This is what happens when you try to steal my man, Avery."

Magnus The widow that was staying at the large manor house was willing to take us both, and we took advantage of her offer. She’s on her hands and knees between us. I have her hair fisted in my hair as I fuck her mouth. Bjorn is behind her, drilling into her wet cunt. I feel the beast stir in the back of my mind. Fighting for control, I focus on how good her mouth feels. The other beast calls out to my beast and when I look at my friend, I know that he is aware of the same thing that I suddenly know.

"Cassian, once the test results come out, why don’t we go back to Obsidian Isle for a few days like last time? Who knows, maybe by the time we return, Kaelith won’t even need the surgery anymore. Wouldn’t that be great?" "Yeah, yeah. Haven’t you heard pregnant women are the most pleasurable? You really don’t want to—" "Shut the hell up!" Cassian exploded. "I said anyone who mentions this again disappears. Are you idiots?" The beasts immediately hung their heads in disappointment. I knew exactly what they wanted. They just wanted another chance to use me—the pregnant woman—as their plaything. Still, one of them, Riven Franklin, refused to give up. "Cassian, you’re not living by the bro code a

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I was once again pulled out of bed waking me up, I was finally able to get a few hours sleep after last night. This time it wasn't Rudy who pulled me out of bed, it was a woman I've never seen before, she pulls me all the way down stairs where a couple other women were. also who I've never seen before. "Stand still we only have a couple hours to make it" the woman who pulled me out the bed says, taking a tape measure from the table.

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.”

The wind above the dungeon didn’t help my wounds at all, I covered myself with an item of clothing used by the one I strangled. I found an old hut inside Domlur and decided to go in to treat my wounds and to find an exit to this place. I sat on the ground and ripped my sleeves and tried to stop the bleeding by lightly tapping the cloth against my scraped flesh. Come to think of it, I’ve seen a lot of male werewolves but not female werewolves. I am into hunting for so long but I have never once hunted a woman. I tried to look outside; it may seem like a normal day with people walking around but this is all a façade.

The way he said it, like he had never heard such a word in his life, was too funny. “A reverse harem,” I repeated. “Okay, what does that mean? Is that like… when the girl has more than one boyfriend?” “Yes,” I said proudly. “It’s when the girl gets to have multiple guys. All for her.” He looked at me like I had just told him the sky was green. “Why would anyone want that?” I shrugged. “It’s fiction. But it’s fun.” He narrowed his eyes. “Is that the kind of stuff you read?”

"Not runes or philosophy. Real proof that this is all a game." "Alright." Julian closed his eyes, and something shifted in the containment cell. The suppression runes flickered. The walls became translucent. And through them, I saw something impossible. Lines. Millions of lines of code scrolling past in languages I didn't recognize but somehow understood. Programming the physics of Lenore, the behaviors of anomalies, the progression systems for Hunters. All of it displayed like I was looking at the source code of reality itself. And there, in the center of the code, was Julian's designation: FINAL_BOSS_TIER_S_MARIONETTIST_ACTIVE.