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Lady Luck (Harem Station #4)
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Luck knew two things when he left Harem Station months ago.
One. The silver-haired Cygnian Princess Nyleena was still safely frozen away in her cryopod.
He left anyway.
Nyleena is what you might call feisty. Or sassy. Or maybe just… feral. She is wild. Much too wild for Luck’s taste. But now that he’s home there’s no way to deny it.
Like it or not, she is his.
Lucky for him, all Cygnian Princesses have one true weakness. They cannot resist cooking up crazy plans to tackle unsolvable problems. And he’s going to use that irresistible urge to tame her savage spirit.
Nyleena has plans of her own and none of them involve Luck. She is out for blood. All the people who made her life hell will be dealt with, and she’s going to find every single one of them and take them out.
Right after she solves this one last unsolvable problem… how not to fall in love with your soul mate.
Lady Luck is a sexy, hate-fuck of a story about a wild, savage princess, six hot brothers trying to tame her, bad relationship advice from killer sexbots, your favorite evil, but misunderstood, dragonbee bot, and a repentant AI trapped in a sex prison with a succubus.
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CHAPTER ONE – LUCK
I don’t think people can properly appreciate the immense size of Harem Station the way my brothers and I do for the simple reason that no one outside our immediate family has seen the hidden parts.
It is massive even if you only consider the known spaces. Four hundred levels. And that’s not including the hidden lower levels where the docking bays and lockups are, or the hidden upper levels where we all live and keep the harem and the Pleasure Prison.
I know every corner of this place. I know every support beam, every crack in the obsidian floors, every servo bot’s name, all the best places to drink, and gamble, and shoot, and shop, and eat on each level.
I know all Harem’s secrets too. Of which she has many. I’m standing in one of them right now, so that’s the one I’m really talking about.
When you have a massive space station like this you need a massive biosphere. We have a dozen or so levels that would probably qualify as forests if the flora were on a planet. But it’s not enough to sustain gas exchange necessary to maintain life.
So we have places like this too.
I look up at the skylight—which doesn’t give me a view of the sky, since we’re in space. Or even a view of space, since that would defeat the purpose of this small patch of grass and flowerbeds.
It’s just fake sunshine. But it’s warm and doesn’t feel fake. It’ll even give you a sunburn if you’re not careful because it’s actual ultraviolet light.
To get here you have to really know where you’re going. These places are well hidden to avoid being disturbed by people, or bots, or little trysts like the one I’m about to have. They’re not on any station map or any welcome brochure. They’re not even in the Baby ALCOR’s data core because he asked me about them not too long ago.
I, of course, denied their existence.
These gardens have always been my job here. Were my first job, actually. When I was about… oh, maybe sixteen or so, ALCOR came to me and said this was my secret mission.
He pulled that shit a lot when he wanted us to do things we didn’t want to do. “This is your secret mission, Luck. It’s very important.”
All bullshit, of course.
Well… except that one thing.
But that’s got nothing to do with the flowers.
I fell for it though. Secret greenhouses, some of which were filled with flowers that got you high?
Hell yeah, I took care of that. I had a nice little drug business going back when people first started coming to Harem Station. I made a bundle. But ALCOR shut that down pretty quick. He was pissed. So pissed. And went on a rant like you would not believe. Mostly because I wasn’t charging enough. Which, now that I look back on it, is kinda funny and makes me smile.
But also because the essence of the flowers was a potent hallucinogen and two people jumped off ledges.
They didn’t die, or course. He caught them with safety bots. But it was kinda fucked up so I stopped. And I was never into the drug myself. I tried it a few times and it gave me some weird-ass dreams that still kinda creep me out when I think about them now.
But anyway, there’s a couple hundred of these little mini-greenhouses scattered across the station to help keep the air fresh and sweet in the most densely packed parts of the living quarters. And ninety-nine point nine-nine-nine-nine percent of them do not have psychedelic flowers.
Just regular plants that make good air.
Funny thing about people who live on stations—especially the kind of people who live here on Harem. They get angry and stressed if they don’t have enough breathable air. It’s not like water, which can be rationed with shower timers. Or food, which has to be earned through servitude or purchased with credits.
Air is free on Harem and we provide more than enough. There are no low oxygen levels on our station. There is no place on Harem where you fear for your health or ability to think because you can’t suck in enough air.
Not all stations are like that. Almost all of them make you pay for air.
This would put our organic occupants at a disadvantage because half our inhabitants are bots who don’t need to breathe.
We provide free charging stations for our inorganic occupants too.
Free air, free charging. It makes a difference in the mental health of your people.
But I digress.
I’m lying on the grass in one of the hidden patches of green enjoying my fake sunshine. My cocks are hard with expectations because this is where I meet Nyleena.
When we all came back from the latest shit show out at the Loathsome One’s Lair Station a couple months ago I knew she was mine immediately.