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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 after some time, she did not emerge. Marx chuckled. How could a woman be in a jungle in the middle of nowhere?" He heard a growl from behind him, and before he could 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, coped 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 actresses in my country. *** Jan 2025. I finally had the chance to upload the characters' avatars. I hope you will love Amaya, Marx, and Ibrahim just as I loved bringing them to life.

Azalea_Belrose · 现代言情
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419 Chs

The Village 4

Fiona elbowed her assistant without looking at her.

The assistant took out her cell phone and pretended to be sending a message. Without lifting her face, she angled the camera and secretly took photos of Princess Amaya eating the fried duck without inhibitions.

Luciano glared at Fiona and the assistant. He tapped something at his watch before he resumed eating.

Stephane coughed awkwardly. He wanted to take back his earlier praise of how Princess Amaya had become so refined in her eating habits.

"This duck is very delicious. Even better compared to the most expensive fried chicken I ate back in Usturia." She turned around and smiled at the woman. "Your cooking skills are superb."

The woman in her mid-forties with her hair neatly tied in a bun smiled widely. She was on cloud nine. The the Princess liked her cooking!

"Thank you, Princess, for your kind words. I am happy that you like the food."