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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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The Cruise 2

"I think our dinner is ready."  Marx reluctantly let go of Amaya.  He led her to the table where a spread of Lireyan's famous cuisine was delectably arranged.  Of course, Amaya's favorite fried chicken was there.

The waiter lit the scented candles that were held by three glass candle holders of varying sizes and shapes.  The air was filled with a pleasant scent.

"This is real dating, Aya.  I hope you are enjoying this."

"I am, Marx.  I love the ambiance and this…"  Amaya gestured toward the table and the deck.  "Thank you for preparing this for me."  Amaya's eyes reddened.  She was deeply touched.

"I hope that you will never stopped being this good to me."  Amaya held Marx's hand and brought it to her face.

It was such a gentle gesture.  Marx's heart raced.  He caressed Amaya's face and made a promise to her.