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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 · 现代言情
分數不夠
412 Chs

School Again

Amaya woke up early and had her morning exercise. A lot had happened in the past three days and she had forgotten that it was a Monday that day and she needed to go back to school.

When she sent off Marx last night, she told him that she needed to go to school the following day.  She only had classes in the morning so she could go back to Verde Island in the afternoon.

Amaya was wearing tight-fitting blue jeans and a pale yellow blouse with bell sleeves.  A red Porche stopped in front of her. A man in his early thirties came down from the driver's seat and opened the door of the passenger seat.

"What happened to the previous driver?" Amaya asked.

"He went home to his province because he is getting married, Princess." The driver replied politely as he continued to hold the door open for her.

Amaya stood without moving.

"What is your name?"

"My name is Dante, Princess." the driver kept his polite tone.