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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 she did not emerged from the water after sometime. Marx chuckled. “How could there be a woman in a jungle in the middle of nowhere?” He heard a growl from behind him and before he can 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 copes 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 actress in my country.

Azalea_Belrose · Urban
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An Angel's Song

King Duncan and Prince Ibarra almost have a heart attack. "Father, why don't you ask Amaya to come down?  She doesn't need to perform and embarrass herself." 

Marx pursed his lips and it took him a lot of effort not to go up the stage and drag Amaya down.  He regretted not convincing her not to play.

Prince Raquim extended his hand to get back his guitar but Amaya glared at him.

"Sorry, I made a mistake earlier, but I already corrected it and the tune should be fine now,"  Amaya said while smiling broadly.

Prince Raquim was dumbfounded.  'Is this princess tone deaf and dumb?'

The audience held their breath and were preparing to cover their ears with their hands.

Amaya started plucking the strings one by one very gently.  A sweet but melancholic sound filled the air and a hush descended in the banquet hall.  Amaya started humming as her fingers moved nimbly from one string to the other.  When the timing was right, she started singing.