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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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You Are Far More Beautiful Than Her

A chilly silence ensued after Marx retorted Nathalia angrily.

Amaya felt warmth in her heart. After her Daddy Ibrahim died, only Marx protected her to the same extent as her Dad did.

Nathalia's face turned white like a paper. She lost her composure as Marx continued to stare at her with a piercing gaze.

"I am sorry, Princess," Nathalia uttered subconsciously. She felt that if she did not apologize, Marx Skylar would strangle her.

Stephane's raised his eyebrows.

"As expected of the domineering Marx Skylar. You could make even the most stubborn and spoiled brat of the Pracelas apologize with just a look." There was sarcasm in Stephane's voice.

Marx glanced at Stephane indifferently. They used to be the best of buddies but when he continued to blame him for something that he did not do, he did not care about him anymore. He retracted his gaze and shifted it to Amaya.

"Are you done, Aya?" He asked gently.