My father is a murderer.
When I stumble upon proof that he’s part of the Division of Silence, I run right into the arms of The Harem Project. It’s fine; that’s where I’d been heading anyway. It’s time to find my husbands.
The truth of the blood on my family’s hands hangs over my head like a shadow. I try to remember as much as I can, thinking that everything has a different meaning than what I’d always thought. I should have seen this sooner. I should have known.
It’s been two years since Silence exterminated ORKA. Two long years of silence, waiting for them to make their move. Finally, the day has come as they unleash horrifying plagues upon the worlds - both human and monster alike. Each new one is far worse than the last, leaving devastation behind as The Harem Project tries to keep up.
My name is Rue and while I know that I don’t wear the blood that my family spilled, it weighs on me to make it right. Even if that means that these few short weeks with my husbands is all that I get before the world as we know it ends in screams, bodies, and blood. I can’t let this be my family legacy.
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This is a LGBTQIA+ story with content not intended for those under 18 years of age due to graphic scenes and situations.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
When I stumble upon proof that he’s part of the Division of Silence, I run right into the arms of The Harem Project. It’s fine; that’s where I’d been heading anyway. It’s time to find my husbands.
The truth of the blood on my family’s hands hangs over my head like a shadow. I try to remember as much as I can, thinking that everything has a different meaning than what I’d always thought. I should have seen this sooner. I should have known.
It’s been two years since Silence exterminated ORKA. Two long years of silence, waiting for them to make their move. Finally, the day has come as they unleash horrifying plagues upon the worlds - both human and monster alike. Each new one is far worse than the last, leaving devastation behind as The Harem Project tries to keep up.
My name is Rue and while I know that I don’t wear the blood that my family spilled, it weighs on me to make it right. Even if that means that these few short weeks with my husbands is all that I get before the world as we know it ends in screams, bodies, and blood. I can’t let this be my family legacy.
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This is a LGBTQIA+ story with content not intended for those under 18 years of age due to graphic scenes and situations.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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