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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 · Urbano
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Her Gifts

King Duncan looked at Prince Gamaru.  He knew that the crown prince of Lupanya had a few concubines but didn't have his consort yet.  "If my granddaughter falls for you, I don't have an issue.  You can pursue her if you want."

Gamaru smiled.  He looked at Prince Ibarra and waited for his answer. 

"My stance is the same as my father's.  You can woo her.  Whether she will like you or not depends on her."

The king of Albania smirked.  "How can you compare with my three sons?  I advise you young man not to continue.  Defeat is a shameful thing."

Prince Gamaru chuckled.  "It is not for you to say that Your Highness.  The final say falls on Princess Amaya."

Marx escorted Amaya as she went from table to table to greet her guests, many of whom she did not recognize.  She lingered on the table where her classmates were seated.