Villainous Young Master's Otherworldly Harem Novels & Stories

One came from an office on the highest level of the base of the Hacker Alliance where a man languidly turned to look at the object disrupting his meeting as his face showed a gentle smile which shocked his subordinates who had come to view him as a blood sucking devil, In a voice that could only be described as gentle he said "The Young Lord is back... I thought it'll require a couple more years for her to come back to her senses" And the other chime had come from a hidden room in a huge mansion where another man had simply muttered "Finally" before sending out a series of notifications. Unaware, Xinya had focused on her laptop, accepting and completing missions at a fast pace. The sun slowl

The Young Master inside didn't seem to care that his carriage was soon to be surrounded by deranged vampires. "Y-young Master…" Ivanna's voice trailed as she called. "They are here," She whispered, hoping the Young Master would have a change of heart and let her Into the carriage. But the young master only snorted. "And so? You aren't dead yet, are you?" Ivanna's blood ran cold. It was always infertile trying to plead for your life when the young master was involved.

They did not just bought it for the company, but its just a small gift for their mysterious young master, it's like a small toy spending some small amount of their money, it's not a big deal just million dollars is like a coins to them. Everyone were shocked about the big news spreading all around, all of the young single womens out there were hoping that she will be the one who'll get married by this mysterious rich young master. "Who's this mysterious young master? Even if he's married I want to be his concubine then." "No, I'm the one!". "No your wrong, I'm the one who will be his woman!" All of the girls out there were competing on each other that they will be the one who will be his w

The only thing that comes to his mind is his future wife that his grandfather and the sect would negotiate with the Great Phoenix Empire for him. “Heh! All of you might not know this, but the Blood Princess is my future wife! She already achieved a Peak Celestial, and her battle power is beyond that! Even your sword saint cannot hope to match her!!” Young master Yao shouts in a crazed state. He can’t take this great humiliation and needs to vent it out.

Was it better to be the young master’s mistress than another man’s one and only wife? For the first time, Carson questioned the deep mountain’s feudal marriage system. “Stop drinking, Young Master.” Carson took the hip flask in Cole’s hand and threw it to the ground. Cole looked at him viciously. “Pick it up. I want to continue drinking.” Carson retorted, “Stop it, Young Master. There’s a fight in the Yorks’ stronghold.” “Spencer Yorks is there. What are you afraid of?” “This time, it’s different. Those six tourists are all secretly martial arts masters. Even the old master couldn’t defeat the man.”

Vikram pushed the door open, revealing a cavernous chamber bathed in crimson light. At the room's center, on a throne-like chair, sat the Master. The Master's gaze commanded attention, his piercing eyes burning with an otherworldly intensity. His skin was deathly pale, yet radiant with an unnatural glow. Chiseled features, sharp as cut glass, seemed carved from the very darkness itself. His raven-black hair cascaded down his back like a waterfall of night, framing a face that was both beautiful and terrifying. Full lips curled into a sly smile, revealing razor-sharp fangs stained with the remnants of his last victim.

The horses of the others stopped, near the sharp cliffs, and bowing as if at the sight of a frightful monster they raised their front legs and turned back, these beasts had a sense of their own that scared to death like moon dogs, this meadow was something cursed and you could tell in advance that you could die like a dog. Of the ten young men, only two sacrificed their swords for their masters, and Dixon at the age of seventeen armed himself with a very large bow with which he could crush armor, iron heads like blades protruding like sharp thorns that served wonderfully. the master in distress, a quiver caught in the saddle of the saddle gave him enough security to gallop the archer, and at

She looked away. “He was scared to death, and the exact moment he managed to suppress that fear, you wanted to get rid of me instead? To throw away his struggle? You wanted to make his efforts go to waste… coward! If it weren’t for me—someone not afraid to die—being by Amon’s side, you’d never see Amon reaching this stage of recovery…” “Insolent,” William snapped. “Yeah, I’m insolent,” I shouted back quickly. “If it wasn’t me, are you sure any woman would actually want your grandson except for the fact that he’s a Young Master rolling in wealth?” my voice rose sharply.

“As much you hate it, Omegas are the lowest of the hierarchy. You know this. We are somehow created to be under those who are higher than us. Alphas and Betas alike, they have the inborn mentality that we are nothing but the sex-slaved child bearer they can have at their disposal.” That alone triggers way deeper inside him. But this time, more on the hatred towards these scumbags and not to himself. “But remember, we are not just Omegas. You are not just an Omega.” He breathes deeply and tries to absorb that but fails miserably. “How can you say that when you just pointed out everyone's mentality about us?” “Have you ever lost control of your beliefs during sex?” That made him gulp. “A-As mu

Many times he had tried to forget about the cultivation method, still, he could not; as if the learnings of the accursed skill had been etched deep into his mind. He woke up the next morning, sweating profusely from a terrible nightmare. In his dreams, he saw a man sharing his exact appearance, wielding a demonic halberd. Evil aura in the form of black fumes circled and coiled around him like a serpent as he inflicted carnage and destruction upon the Mystic Cyan Sect! "M-master!" "Are you up, Young Master?" Lil Ruo's voice came from the outside, "You are still not yet an Inner Disciple, Young Master. You do not have a Master yet."