Villain Harem Mga Nobela at Kwento

Because the woman I want to be buried in has made it her sole purpose to drag me to the brink of insanity. She knew I couldn’t have her against her will. I was many things, that was for sure. But I wasn’t a rapist. A little part of me wanted to storm down to the harem and have any of my whores. But I did not want any of them. All I want is her. The heat moon is set to hit the skies a few nights from now. It was a night of lust and absolute chaos. A night without rules or control. It was due to the heat moon that I even created the harem in the first place. The first time the sinful moon manifested its powers on me, I went on a fucking spree.

If the vampire king wanted, he could rip Vince to shreds without batting an eyebrow, despite his size and that was what made him so formidable. Vince bowed quickly, walking out and attending to his duties. Damien sighed, running his fingers through his long hair. The ladies from his harem weren't Cassandra, but he was sure they'll do. Those women of his harem were women who were either given, taken, or married by him. He picked them one after the other at a whim, none of them bringing a spark inside of him, like Cassandra did. Which was why she drew him to her so much.

Everything you want in someone who always has your back. We round the corner, and that’s when I spot him. Kieran Vale. Future Alpha. Walking down the hallway like he owns the ground beneath his feet. Which, technically, he kind of does. Surrounded by his usual entourage of girls, mature she-wolves, most of them unmated, he barely glances at anyone who isn’t falling over themselves to impress him. “The harem grows,” I mutter, nodding toward the swarm orbiting him. Jason snorts. “Think he’s breaking some kind of record?”

Damian I had not planned on any of this. The woman standing in my guest house wearing nothing but a sheet looked like she’d seen a ghost. Her green eyes widened, lips parting in shock. Harper Vale. I knew her name now, my security team had already sent it to my phone ten minutes ago. “You,” she whispered. “You’re… Damian Blackwood.” I set the coffees down slowly. “And you work in my accounting department. Small world.” Her face flushed, anger, embarrassment, fear. All of it mixed together. She clutched the sheet tighter. “This is a mistake. Last night…..”

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

it too hated cheating bastards the most. Zhi Ruo smiled satisfied as she put the book back into the big screen, looking as graceful as ever like she hadn't thrown a tantrum just a moment before. "I'm done with that. Are there any missions available yet?" {Aiyya, i was just about to tell host. You have been given a B ranked mission in the small world in a Dramatic School Romance : <>. Does host wish to accept?} "Some high school story? I was hoping to be transferred into the harem of some ancient chinese emperor" Zhi Ruo pouted "It's better than staying bored in this place though." She added as she clicked yes.

He led the way to the archive’s ancient database, a clunky screen glowing in the corner. I punched in Rhen pack, my pulse hammering as the system whirred. Records flickered up—lineages, pack rosters, old alpha disputes. Then, there it was: Valeria Rhen, omega, born 18 years ago, betrothed to Darius Volk. My breath caught. An omega. Not an alpha. My mind raced, piecing it together wrong. Val wasn’t Valeria, but he had to be connected—maybe her brother, hiding her locket for a reason.

“Bigger parties. New men. But I get to choose some of them. And I get to reclaim you after every session. No exceptions.” The next two weeks were a whirlwind of planning and anticipation. The Harem expanded carefully. Eight new regular Daddies were introduced, each one vetted by Liam and the senior members. They were powerful, wealthy, experienced men who had heard the legends of the Gangbang Princess and wanted their turn to worship her. The first new Daddy was Victor, a tall, commanding businessman in his late 40s with salt-and-pepper hair and a reputation for dominance. He was the first to meet me privately at a luxury hotel suite Liam had arranged.

I’d gotten my revenge. There was no one left to interfere with my matebond with Victor. We could finally start a family, just as we’d always wanted. I could—— ——— ‘What a predictable ending,’ I thought to myself, dropping my phone onto the bed next to me. And to think I’d thought this werewolf web novel would be different. They really got me excited in the first half, believing maybe the storyline would be unique, but it turns out it was just the same as the others. How many of these had I read now? Fifty? A hundred? Did I even care anymore?

Her lips kept moving, but my attention had already shifted to the floating comments that had suddenly appeared in front of me. After quietly observing for a few days, I realized something. I was the only one who could see them. From what I could piece together, this world was actually an ongoing webnovel. And the female lead? Mia Lane. Apparently, she’d bound herself to some kind of “malice system.” Seriously? She actually got to be the main character? I looked at her arrogant expression and felt a wave of disgust… but mostly, it was just ridiculous. I curled my lips into a faint, dismissive smile.