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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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The Culprit

Princess Amaya looked around and saw her guards were coming to them. She signaled Vasquez with her eyes to stop. Vasquez looked troubled but relented.

Princess Amaya's brow furrowed as she was led into the room. A knot of unease tightened in her stomach as if she had unknowingly committed a transgression. The expansive chamber was accentuated by a grand table along the side of the wall, meticulously carved from rich, luxurious hardwood that exuded an aura of opulence and grandeur.

The man in his late forties, flanked by two others, exuded an air of authority. His piercing gaze made Princess Amaya feel like she was under intense scrutiny. To his left, a stout man stood as immobile as a statue, while to his right, a tall, slender figure with a stoic expression remained motionless.