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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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The Godfather

Princess Amaya retired to her room to rest before having dinner with Donello and Raquim. She was informed that her Uncle Sapiro would join them, and he would arrive in the early morning.

Amaya settled on the edge of the bed and placed her feet firmly on the floor. With a gentle tap, the call button came to life, and the screen flickered to reveal a young boy of about twelve, with big, bright eyes that seemed to sparkle with curiosity. He was dressed in a loose orange shirt, which hung loosely on his chubby frame. Despite his plump appearance, his arms and legs were long and slender, giving him an oddly endearing look.

"Sister!" Amaya heard Ren's voice calling out to her with excitement. His bright, radiant smile was almost palpable through the phone. She couldn't help but want to run her fingers through his thick black curls, but instead, she gave him a gentle look and asked him in a concerned tone, "How do you feel in your legs and arms?"