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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
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The Culprit

Princess Amaya did not stop running. She could not stop because of the momentum. She could only slow down. The moment she stopped, she heard an explosion, and when she looked back, she saw two athletes from Uropa lying unconscious on the ground in a pool of blood. Their legs became mangled flesh.

The wailing sirens of an ambulance and a police car pierced the air as they rushed onto the oval. The ambulance was halted by the police, who barred its approach. The authorities swiftly deployed the bomb squad, and they meticulously combed the vicinity to ensure that there were no lingering threats.

As Amaya panted, Charles Gray, Vasquez, and the Duke of Ereseo approached her, purposefully skirting the vicinity where the police and the bomb squad were inspecting.

"Princess, are you feeling okay?" Charles Gray inquired, his worried gaze reflecting the weight of his position as Chancellor during the occurrence of this tragedy.