webnovel

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 · Urban
Not enough ratings
419 Chs

She Is Not Simple

"They share the same eyes, eyebrows, and prominent jawlines.  Those are the trademark of a Rocas."  Amaya spoke with pride.  "Donello and Yohan have the same eye color and eyebrows as them."

King Ralden took a few small steps until he stood before her.  Amaya frowned because she felt that he was too close.  She stepped back.

The king chuckled.  "Are you scared of me little Princess?  I don't bite."  his voice was gentle and soothing.  Amaya felt a warmth under her chin and she was forced to look up into his orbs that were the color of the obsidian.

"And yours as well, Princess.  You have the eyes of the Rocas which none of your cousins have."

Amaya slapped the hand that was gently holding her chin up.  She moved to the other side of the room pretending to study the photos of the other kings.

"If we have the same ancestor, why is your eye color different?  Are you wearing contact lenses or do all kings of Ra-Iya have the same eyes as yours?"