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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.

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Unfair Judgment 3

The husband, who was enamored by the performance of Princess Amaya and Apollo, snorted. "How could she be only in second place? Did they see how awesome that horse did that tap dance? His footwork was well coordinated; even I could not do that?"

Her wife rolled her eyes at him. "Honey, it is good that you realize that. You did not forget that you don't know how to dance. You remember our wedding dance, right? You stepped on my foot several times, and my toes turned black." The wife spoke without regard to her husband's ego.

"Wifey, do you still remember that? It was such a long time ago," the husband said, his face twisted into an unpleasant expression.

His wife let out an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes for the second time, before turning her attention towards the platform. There, the Princess of Lireya stood gracefully at the center of the tri-level podium, capturing the undivided focus of the crowd.