My Zulu King

My Zulu King

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Ongoing2h 24m

Last published Tue, Jan 11, 2022

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Historical

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I must be dreaming! How is that in the whole universe God decided to choose me to go back in time. The worst part is that I'm getting married to the Zulu King who already has 6 concubines Argh! Life of a Zulu girl😯😢 I don't own the credits to the story cover 🔜🔜🔜🔜🔜🔜🔜🔜🔜🔜🔜🔜🔜 His eyes told a story, deep, sensual, strong, fearless, powerful. The man demanded attention without even having to say a word. His stance made him the alpha male without even lifting a finger. He looked to be 6 feet in height. Amazing physic accompanied by muscles. Battle scares marred some parts of his body but in only added to his masculinity. His face was void of any emotion, no one could tell what he was thinking. Not that I'm a master reader of emotions or anything but you get my point. He was beautiful in a inhuman way. His skin tone was a fairer mocha , I bet it might be lighter but the man looked like he bathed in the sun, training every single day. He did not belong amongst us humans, I don't even think he would belong in my world. He deserved a planet of his own. He has surpassed human beauty, he must have been a default when he was created because there is no way in hell anybody can look like him. He looked matured and seasoned. I want to laugh thinking about the men in my world proclaiming themselves as real men. This is man standing in front of me is the true definition of real man, his whole being is the definition of a man...wow! 😍😍😍😍

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