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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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The Missing Princess

The cubicle was empty.

Marx breathed deeply to calm himself. He looked at the window but saw no sign of it being tampered with.

He hurriedly walked out of the restroom and called loudly. "Valdez, the Princess is missing."

Valdez was his trusted guard. He was here to protect Marx while Marx was protecting Amaaya. Marx stood at a blind spot where the CCTV could not capture him. He took out his cell phone and froze the cameras in the hallway and inside of the toilet. He had secretly slipped a tracker into Amaya's hairband. He activated the tracker and frowned when he noticed a red blinking dot a few levels below him.

"She is underground."  Marx went inside the toilet with Valdez following him. 

He used his cell phone to scan the floor at the last cubicle.  Earlier, he detected a faint smell of Amaya in that cubicle, so it must be the one she used.