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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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"Aya do you plan to tell your Daddy Ibarra about the treasures?"

"I don't know Marx. Do I need to tell him?" She asked in an innocent voice.

"I gave him a hint. He is a smart person. However, the more person who knows about the treasures, the more dangerous it will be for you." Marx said. He sounded worried.

Marx took out a red shopping bag. "Flint has completed the jewelry you designed for your sister and stepmother and the totem necklace for your little brother. See for yourself." Marx handed her the bag.

Amaya took out the first exquisite red velvet box. She opened it and smiled with satisfaction when she saw the beautiful flower pendant and the matching earrings made from ruby. The pendant was a fully bloomed Middlemist's Red Camella and nine tiny flower buds were placed on both sides as if they were vines climbing and hugging the golden chain.