Demon King's Mate

Demon King's Mate

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My name is Xavier Pickles. I'm the principal of Nightshade High School. Most of the students here are demons. I have been informed that a human girl is coming to my school for a tour to see if she wants to come here. Knock knock..knock. Three soft knocks sounded on my office door. "Come in." I said and looked at the door. "Are you Mr. Pickles?" She asked me and I nodded my head yes and motioned flor her to close the door. "I've waited centuries for you sweetheart." I said and used my power to lock the door. "Mr. Pickles I think you have me confused with someone else." Her soft low voice said. I grabbed her hand and she jumped I know she feels the shocks and tingles when I touch her. "Mate." I said and pulled her to my chest. Before she could yell/screamed I kissed her soft delectable lips. "I will be your teacher my dearest." I said and looked down at her.
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A marriage neither wanted. A hatred neither understands. Two strangers tied by a past that stains everything between them. He never wanted a wife. Especially not her. Cold, distant, and poisoned by assumptions, Amaan enters the forced marriage with one intention- to keep his distance and keep his resentment alive. Asmaira enters with something far heavier- guilt. Not to protect him. Not to save him. But because she knows the truth of what happened... and she cannot bear to confess it. They have never met. But the moment they do, the air turns sharp- full of tension, unspoken accusations, and the kind of hate that feels too much like longing. He despises her for a sin she never committed. She punishes herself for a sin she never confessed. And marriage turns into a battleground where silence is a weapon... and closeness is a threat. In this house, love is impossible. Trust is deadly. But hatred? Hatred is the only thing keeping them alive.

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