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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 · 都市
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Finally Home!

Amaya let out the animals from the back of the truck.  Together with Marx, she led them to the forest at the back of her mansion.  At first, Amaya was walking leisurely toward the forest.  Khalil bumped at her from the back.  Amaya almost fell down but Strata was right in front of her to cushion her fall.

Amaya understood what was behind Khalil's action.  The animals were urging her to play.

Amaya glanced at Marx and said in a hurried manner.  "I will play with them first."  Without waiting for his answer, Amaya ran in the direction of the forest.

"Be careful,"  Marx shouted behind her back.

Amaya felt nostalgic about her surroundings.  Khalil and Strata were planking her on both sides while they were running while Kong was on top of the tree.  He was swinging from tree to tree while his mate was closely following behind.

Marx tried his best to follow them.  He ran closely behind but after some time he was panting and he lost them.