Villain Harem Novels & Stories

We've heard the stories just like we now hear the stories about the ruthlessness of his son, Nicholus Dicaprio. I turned my attention back to Damon as he spoke again, “He fought many wars and whenever he won any, he would capture the surviving women of the enemy and bring them to the North as his winning trophies. He had built the whole fucking harem in the castle. For a short period of time, he would lay his claim on one woman, announcing her as his mistress while tossing the others around for his friends to play with. But when he got bored with her, he would move to another woman,” Damon spat out in disgust.

But for one full half-second, my consort's face is the face of a man who has just been told a thing his coordinator did not tell him, a thing his architect did not warn him about, a thing his ancient cousin in her blue veil has been keeping from him because she did not trust him with it. "Sweetheart. Your mother is in Paria." "My mother gave me a list, Liam. There are nine names on it. Yours is not the worst of them." He recovers his smile. But the recovery is half a beat too slow, and we both know I saw the flicker, and we both know that whatever I am about to say next is the last sentence I will be allowed to speak in his presence. He does not let me finish it. He turns me — gently, the wa

As if I had put Vince up to this. I leveled him with a neutral look and waited patiently for him to make the first move. Riley's face darkened as he accepted our fate and decided to make the most of it. He launched into a tyraid about how he fell head over heels in love with me back in high school and that I had most definitely had an emotional affair with him. And how I should be ashamed of myself for not only leading him on, but carrying on a relationship with Caleb after what I had done with him. "You aren't the loyal type," he accused viciously. "I know you can never be due to what happened between us and I will drag your name through the mud at every opportunity I can and scream your in

“Your wife? Stop calling her that. And you should have kept Chen there as leverage if you wanted me to stop my attacks on her.” She took a sip from her glass of juice. Not like she’d ever stop coming after Arya. Since her intentions of wanting Damien had been blown, then she’d go full villain. If she couldn’t have him, no one, especially a low life human, would ever get him. “You wouldn’t stop.” Damien replied. “It’s not like you value Chen half as much as he values you. You won’t care if I kill him, that’s how silly you can be.” Damien replied.

Still, I went on, "My best friend and my husband had sex in my grandfather-in-law's casket on the day of his burial. Then, after I exposed them, my mother-in-law and these two tried to twist the narrative and paint me as the villain. "I am the victim here. I've suffered two betrayals from the people closest to me. This is the proof." I raised the phone. "They planned this themselves. I believe even my grandfather's spirit can see that I'm innocent. And I have all of you as witnesses." I turned to Dulce and finished, "Is there any doubt left?" Vincent suddenly sat up in the coffin. "Fuck you, bitch! Victim my ass! You caused this too!" he bellowed. "Yes, I'm cheating with Stephanie. So what?!

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?

Just when I thought I couldn’t hurt more, he added. “On another note,” he started his voice dripping with cruelty. “It would be a shame to waste such beauty, wouldn’t it? After all, you're not completely useless.” He paused letting the words hang in the air like a dark cloud before he continued. “I think you’d make a fine addition to my harem collection. Without a wolf, you are useless to the pack so you might as well serve me in other ways. In my bed.” My head swam at his words, my vision was getting blurrier by the second then I heard high heels clanging on the floor. Blair walked past me on the floor matching my hand in the process. I couldn’t cry out, the sound was trapped within me.

Was this what it pays to be an Alpha'? My father never told me everything I needed to know. He kept hiding secrets from me telling me that the Moon Goddess requests for their sacrifices. But I had enough. No explanation could fill in the void in my heart. This, I felt, was how Villains were born. Suddenly, I began to feel my head ache seriously. I guess I was pretty tired from a rough day. It worsened. My whole body hurt as well. Lily wasn't here to treat me. I was alone.

“You all right?” I stretched out my blood-covered arms. My shirt and pants were drenched. My fingers ached when I wiggled them. I smiled wryly. “My wife has been fucking her half-brother our entire marriage, Daniele.” My words died in my mouth, my throat becoming dry. Felix got up with a wince. He stepped over the corpse and almost slipped on the blood. “Fuck,” he growled before he stopped in front of me. He held out his hand.