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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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"My ...  My Lady?"  the guard stammered.

Zanzarra looked at him impatiently.  "Are you dumb?  I am asking you if I am beautiful or not."

"Of course you are beautiful, My lady.  You are very beautiful."  The guard said in the most sincere way possible.  'But the First Princess is far more beautiful than you.'  he added silently.

"Then, why didn't he even look at me?" 

The guard scratched his head and remained silent.  He did not know how to answer her question.

Zanzara snorted then she entered the palace with a dejected look.

The guard heaved a sigh of relief.  He went inside the blue Porche and brought it to the garage.

The following morning, Amaya went to school early.  She was wearing a sports shorts and tight fitting shirt and these were appropriate for a steeplechase.