In a world where the living and undead do not mingle, the lord of the underworld decides to take a human princess as his bride. •○•○•○• In the precarious balance between the realms of the living and the dead, Prince Zed, ruling both, falters in his role, shunned by both worlds. Embracing the monstrous image that terrifies the living, he lives up to the epitome of evil. Despite his dominion over all, Zed finds an adversary in his own anger. The key to conquering this foe? Demanding Princess Skye as his wife. With no recourse, Skye becomes ensnared in the clutches of malevolence, thrust into the hands of a ruler who embodies the very essence of darkness. July 2023 2nd in draconian 3rd wickedness October 2023 1st in Draconian

"But I'm your-" "I'm your what?!" He cut her off. She flinched at the acidity in his voice. "My wife?" He scoffed inching in on her until he was arms length. His eyes bored into the depths of her soul. He slurred the words with venom dripping from his tone. "You're only a signed contract, nothing more!" * * * "What's that shit doing on your face? you better remove it! you can't be walking on the streets of Chicago wearing that, this isn't your filthy Pakistan!" he ruthlessly spoke with disgust. "You mean my veil?" She questioned with fear placing a hand on her Niqab. "If it isn't obvious" "Please, don't call it that, it's my veil, my identity" "I'm sorry what?" "I can't remove it Saahir, p-please don't make me do this, its a part of me" she begged on the verge of tears. "I said take it off!" He yelled in a deep menacing voice and pulled it off her face throwing it mercilessly on the floor. Fresh tears pooled from her eyes Frustration built through him. He grabbed her shoulder and forcefully dragged her pushing her onto the floor. The floor hit Meeza harder than she had expected. "Oww" she yowled as the pain shot through her shoulder. Highest rank #1 IN SPIRITUAL Always in the top 15 Alhamdulillah #notyouraverageclichèbook. First published on 4th February 2018