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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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Apollo and Artemis

After an hour and a half of travel, the three pairs of humans and lions arrived at a clearing in the middle of the mountain. It was amazing to see such flat terrain halfway between the foot of the Janai ranges and the peak of Mount Paraiso.

Marx, Vasquez, and Princess Amaya dismounted from the lions. The animals headed toward a nearby stream to drink while the humans took their water containers to drink from it.

Marx took out his mobile phone and launched the map app. Amaya leaned closer to take a look. Marx smelled her scent and he was intoxicated by it. It took him a lot of effort to focus back on the app.

"We are here, halfway to our destination. This is Janai Este. We need to traverse this path here to reach Janai Centro and from there, we go down to the back of Jania Centro and climb up Mount Paraiso."

Marx was trailing his finger along the screen of his cell phone.