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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.

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Hypnotizing Her

The day of the crown prince's birthday arrived, and everyone in the palace was busy.

Princess Amaya was bored and decided to spend her time in the museum while waiting for the guests to arrive.

True to his word, King Duncan had Ibrahim's portrait hung on the wall along the hallway leading to Asteria's Museum. The hallway was five meters long and on both sides were the portraits of Asteria's kings and princes who made a lot of contributions to the country.

It was the third time that Amaya visited the place. During her first visit, she scrutinized each of the portraits of the previous kings. She admired the workmanship of the artists. 

She lingered in front of the painting of the first King of Lireya and as she studied his face, she realized that the first king had the same piercing gaze as her Daddy Ibrahim. Amaya smiled sadly. Maybe if her father was alive, he would be a great king, like King Amiro.