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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.

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The Grandpa and Grandson

Marx has a hunch that the King of Ra-Iya was one of the few who did not get caught.

"King Ralden was one of them." He did not even raise a question, but it was a statement.

"Are you disappointed?" the old man asked him.

"Not really, Grandpa," Marx replied, his voice tinged with frustration. "He showed up at a few of the functions, but those were strictly official events. He was skilled at covering his tracks, and tying loose ends."

"By the way, Brat, why did you fight against Skylar Conglomerate on the Crystal Cove project last year? Didn't you know that we lost billions on that?" Hendrix's hologram shot him an accusatory look.

"Grandpa, how did you know it was me?" Marx asked innocently.