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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 Concert

Three days before the scheduled trip to the village, the fundraising concert was held at Lireyan Alpha University's auditorium.

The Student Council invited guest performers from the entertainment industry. This move resulted in a very good turnout during the concert. Tickets sold like hotcakes.

Amaya purchased tickets for Marx, Dave, and Julienne. She paid for the most expensive tickets so they were seated in the front just below the stage.

Just before the concert started, a beautiful lady with red wavy hair, wearing a white mermaid gown came from backstage and approached them. Her gown glittered as the spotlight hit the crystals that adorned the skirt of her dress.

A diamond pendant, the size of a pigeon's egg nestled between her cleavage which was accentuated by the V neckline. 

"Marx, it is really you! I did not expect to see you here. Did you come to watch me play?" The woman leaned over and held Marx's hand.