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Book 1 Sold? [Volume 1] The most frightening thing a girl can imagine is being abandoned. But what's worse? Being sold at an auction, naked and afraid and then being bought as a toy. Rosalie never thought she would actually end up getting sold at an auction. Her life wasn't all flowers but still she didn't want to end up a salve. When the worst was happening she gets sold to a billionaire. Book 2 Owned? [Volume 2] Getting chased by gangsters, getting kidnapped and then forced to become a slave of one of the biggest Mafian boss of the country was Azalea's greatest nightmare. But to make it worse the kidnapper was the man Azalea had hated all her life for depriving her of her only family Book 3 Captive? [ Volume 3] After the disappearance of Azalea, Arius always found himself lost in thought about her. He never got over her but what happens when a little ball of joy enters his life and becomes a path for finding his lost love again?

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Bringing him back to life

•Azalea

Processing the situation was hard. I couldn't comprehend it. First Arius's body was burning like hell, now his temperature keeps dropping as if he's going to freeze to death. That didn't make any sense! How can something like that happen in a matter of mere few minutes? Just how? There was no way this was natural.

I looked at Caesar in horror and he glanced at me, then shot his head towards the man standing next to us.

"What's happening to him?" Caesar asked him. His pupils were shaking in confusion and anxiety.

"A side effect." The man replied, "It can happen." He answered pretty calmly.

"It can kill him!" I yelled, "The way his temperature is dropping! It will kill him!"

"Yes." He replied calmly and it annoyed the fuck out of me.

"Then what do we do!!!" I yelled at him in anger.

"Keep him warm for a few hours." He spoke calmly, "Until he wakes up." There was no sign of him getting agitated even when we were glaring at him like blood thirty hounds.

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