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Raised From The Wild

'Am I hallucinating? Am I dying?' Marx thought. Perhaps he was seeing visions because he was feverish, and his head ached from the contusions he suffered during the crash. He blinked, but the vision was still there. He saw a beautiful woman fully naked on the edge of the other side of the spring. Her slightly wavy hair with the color of copper cascaded freely down her slim waist. She raised her arms and dived cleanly into the water. Marx waited, but after some time, she did not emerge. Marx chuckled. How could a woman be in a jungle in the middle of nowhere?" He heard a growl from behind him, and before he could react, a big tiger pounced on him. The last thing he remembered was seeing four canines closing in and hearing a loud female voice shouting, "Khalil, stop!" … Discover how Amaya, who grew up in the wild, coped with the pressure and challenges of returning to the civilized world. Accompany her on her journey to find love, acceptance, and recognition in the treacherous human world of betrayal and greed. *** The book cover is not mine. It is a photo of one of the most beautiful actresses in my country. *** Jan 2025. I finally had the chance to upload the characters' avatars. I hope you will love Amaya, Marx, and Ibrahim just as I loved bringing them to life.

Azalea_Belrose · Urban
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The Third Wheel

In swimming, Amaya participated in two events only, the 100-meter freestyle and butterfly.  She qualified in both.  When she came out of the swimming pool, the gazes of the men who came to watch the tournament followed her.

Marx gritted his teeth.  He hurriedly followed Amaya and draped his jacket over her.

Amaya turned around and thanked him.  "Wait for me.  I'll just change."

Julienne who was left sitting at the bleacher looked at Marx with a smirk. She had researched about him but how come what she learned from her research was so far off from what she was seeing? 

'Where is the cold and overbearing CEO that they are talking about?  All I can see is a gentle, and doting husband material.  Where are the cruelty and the ruthlessness?'

She saw Marx throw daggers at the few students who were gawking at Amaya.  His gaze was so cold that the poor students cowered.  She chuckled. 

"I see now.  So Marx is only gentle when it comes to Amaya."