Villain Harem Novels & Stories

Halle asked Victoria, the woman pursed her lips as she grabbed a curling iron, her expression now one of distaste. “You should know by now, that I hate ass kissers,” Victoria voiced out with an obvious expression, “They’re always so fake yet so nice to you, to me they are much more scarier than the enemies who point guns at you because, the second you fall for it and think they like you, they will get what they want from you and then abandon you…leaving you doubting yourself and thinking you’re stupid,” “I’m assuming you’re speaking from experience?” Halle asked with a raised brow, the woman's words were sounding way too personal to just be a metaphor.

He knew that doing this meant betraying Willow, so he kept it hidden from her. In the beginning, he still felt guilty, but as the happiness he gained from his affair grew, the happiness outweighed the guilt, and he chose the other woman. When all his lies fell apart, they had an ugly fight. They insulted and fought against each other so badly that their home no longer felt like one. In the end, they even swore that they would have nothing to do with each other anymore. They got a divorce last month. As the villainess of the story, my mother was insanely obsessive.

Now, it’s a good thing that we are all single and free from guys who will just gonna caused us pain. Tomorrow, this will reach tons of views, with Ara who has a lot of connections specially hackers. She was a gamer and she was literally addicted to computers so she spent her high school with gaming and exploring the web. It might not eb obvious to her, but she is a pro of computers. She’s sweet looking but surprisingly, who would have thought that she has this talent with computers. Hailee, she’s the bad bitch and spoiled brat. She always finds trouble with those wicked bitches out there who would try to fight with us. She never let a simple argument to slip and she make sure that at the end

in a manner that appeared sweet and gentle, but the way he stares at me gives me the chills. "I never even asked for it in the first place, host" "Cee, just call me that name" "Now, you're making me know a part of your information, so surreal, host" Saying, "Well, if you want me to be part of your harem just call me by that name----" "Who says I'm having a harem?" “I'm sorry, but I thought you heard what Auster said to me a while back.”

His grip was steady, no longer the iron shackle of a husband-by-contract, but the anchor of a partner. "Day one hundred and eighty," I whispered. "Not quite," Damien said, looking at the glowing burner phone in my hand. The screen flickered one last time. A message from an unknown number: *The Architect never builds a house she can't escape. See you in the Caymans, Queen.* I looked at the smoking ruins, then at the man I had married to survive. The Unwanted Bride was dead. The Harrington empire was ash. But the Vane legacy was just beginning.

I didn’t deny it. “She doesn’t belong there, and I think that you know the boundaries of the harem more than anyone. Not only did she try to run, I heard from the maids as you are going to clearly try and deny it… but she even dared stand to challenge you, Vladimir, and our gammas.” She pressed. “You have women already assigned. Women who understand the rules. The expectations. And they do their duty as they were trained. They will not double cross you, nor will they play games or the rules to their benefit.” “And yet,” I said evenly, “none of them are her, and you know what I mean, mother.”

Isabelle sat in the plush leather chair in Damian’s office, a silent observer in a world she wasn't built for. The city skyline, once a stunning backdrop, now felt like a cage. She watched the news anchors on a muted television screen in the corner, their expressions solemn, their voices a muffled buzz as they discussed the Villareal scandal. The headlines were a relentless assault: Villareal's New Flame? Society's New Sweetheart or a Gold Digger? , The Woman Who Replaced Cassandra. Every word was a knife twist, every speculative comment a blow.

Lixien smirked to him, “I have experienced worse. So, you will try to make me jealous by making Hina as your Imperial Concubine? Bed her every night? That’s great, at least, I wouldn’t try pretending receiving the ‘Love’ you told me you have for me, Your Majesty. Get out of my room. Tomorrow morning, I will get my things back and will never step in your quarters.” Vailan looked at her and seriously told her, “If you try eliminating my people in my empire, I will use any necessary means to wipe you out. Just like I did to your family.” Lixien’s heart ached and her eyes slightly wavered, “I understand. Go out now.” She offered, staring at him expressionlessly. Vailan examined her expression fo

The guys might not be with me then, we might have become strangers by then but I still want to do it and I will. "Bethany, you sell yourself too short. I assure you that whatever you put out will be good. You seem to forget that you have earned yourself a loyal reader base. They will read what you put out and I am sure it will be good. Hit me with a little preview." She told me excitedly. I smiled. "It's a reverse harem. Three guys, one woman, werewolf, and a lot of erotics." I told her. I blushed when I spoke about the erotic contents of the book. I already know there will be a lot. I have had more sex in the past two weeks than I have had in my whole twenty-nine and half years before I met

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.