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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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Never Agreed To Be Your Fiance

"Let go!"  Marx barked at her.

Fiona froze for a second before letting go.  Marx's callousness hurt her.  He used to be cold but at least he still treated her civilly.  But now he was treating her like she was trash.  She walked around the table and stood in front of Marx.

She leaned forward and the deep V of her dress displayed her fair skin and cleavage.  "Why are you treating me like this?  Am I not your fiancee?  Why are you so cold and harsh to me?"  Fiona was playing the pitiful card and at the same time, she was trying to seduce Marx with her beautiful body.

"I never agreed to be your fiance.  It was my father and my grandfather who made that arrangement with your family.  I told you before that I do not love you and I cannot love you."  Marx was indifferent.