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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.

Azalea_Belrose · 现代言情
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Meeting Of The Great Supremos

In a huge empty hall, there was a big circular table with 11 exquisite black chairs gilded with gold. 

The chandelier hanging from the ceiling was also circular and had twelve crystal balls. There were two black metal sticks, one was long and the other was slightly shorter.  Those were the hands of a big clock  When the long and short hands of the clock formed a  single line and pointed to 12 o'clock, the seats were suddenly filled with people wearing black robes. 

If an outsider would watch from the door of the meeting hall, one would think that the people sitting at the table were really chatting with each other. 

In reality, it was just a virtual meeting. There was no meeting hall, nor table at all. The participants in the meeting were all sitting in the secret chambers in their homes in front of a special device that looked like a cylindrical tube equipped with miniature cameras and a microphone.