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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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412 Chs

The Future Empress

"It is you, Your Majesty. What brings you here?" Amaya who was lounging on a chair straightened her back and sat property.

"Oh, I just wanted to get some fresh air. There are many annoying people out there and I wanted to escape. The light here seemed inviting so I came up and I was surprised to find you here alone, Princess." King Ralden occupied the lounge chair opposite Princess Amaya and looked at her intently.

"What are you doing here, Princess?" He leaned back lazily on a lounge chair. He crossed his right leg over his left and his hands were resting on his lap.

"I am with Marx earlier. We were stargazing. It is a tradition whenever it is my father's or my mother's birthday." Princess Amaya tried to talk casually. She tried to hide the discomfort she felt everytime she was beside the King of Ra-Iya.

King Ralden lay down on the lounge chair, his hands beneath his head. His gaze was fixed on the dark sheet above that was dotted by silver specks.