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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.

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Is Someone After Your Life?

Amaya obediently steered the car to the outermost lane and parked it. 

"What's wrong?" Dave was alarmed at the back. "Is there a bomb in the car?" He yelled.

Marx threw him a sharp gaze and Dave fell silent. He got out of the car and Dave followed behind.

Amaya checked the side mirror. There were still no upcoming cars. She got out of the driver's seat and walked over to where Marx and Dave were.

Marx launched an application from his mobile phone. He paired the device on his watch with his phone and a virtual image of their jeep appeared on the screen.

Suddenly, a red dot kept on blinking and it was under the passenger's seat. 

"Don't tell me that there is really a bomb in the car?" Dave's pitch was slightly higher. "What are you waiting for? Let's get out of here!"

Dave was about to run away when Marx pulled his collar to restrain him.