Abysmal Reality

That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate.

Kiss Leilani

They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."

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I always wanted that kind of love I read about in novels. Rough yet caring, hard still soft. That kind of love which puts me on cloud nine, but also keeps me in reality at the same time. That kind of love which is always found in form of novels and poetry but never in real life.

I was a common city girl who was living with her parents. I always had great expectations from my life which I always tried to fulfil. But the fantasies, I had in my mind been over the board. These fantasies mostly caused by the novels I had always read. These were kind of next to impossible to convert into reality

I was doing job in a college as math’s lecturer. I loved my life in a small town of Punjab. Above of all, I loved my job. I always wanted to be math’s teacher. I had always loved number since my childhood. A simple life living with my most loving parents, soon to be married to perfect person who was actually chosen by my parents. No doubt Gaurav was very good person. He was perfect. But he never gives me the goosebumps. My heart never raced while talking to him even never felt stupidly shy or have stupid grin on my face while talking to him. It felt so normal like strangers talking to each other. No connection NOTHING.

I thought it is normal when you are going to have arranged marriage to a completely stranger.

“Hey Amayra, wassup girl.” My colleague Sahar cheerfully greeted me. Sahar had very jolly nature. Sahar was actually from very affluent family. Her father was a successful businessman in Mumbai. But Sahar wanted to be independent on her own. So she accepted the job from this college and we instantly become friends. We actually have same interest. We never judged each other for our dirtiest fantasies or secret. So we shared almost everything with each other. We were kind of soul mates.

“Hey Sahar, How are you?” I hugged her

“Still having problem with class kids?” I smirked. Her class was giving her problem from day one. She had got the hardest batch of the year.

Sahar gave me one hard look. God, if looks can kill. I must be dead by now. She groaned and left the room.

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