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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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"Marx, is it you?" Princess Amaya's voice quivered when she asked softly.

The man's body tensed, and in a hoarse voice, he replied, "You've confused me with someone else, Princess."

Princess Amaya felt disappointed. Was she wrong? Why would he deny being Marx? Did he no longer want her? Did he have someone new in his heart?

In the stillness of the night, Princess Amaya stealthily made her way back to her bedroom, the soft glow of the moonlight illuminating her path. It was around 4:00 a.m., and a sense of urgency filled the air as she wanted to inspect the data that had been stolen by ExZee. Yet, weariness weighed heavily upon her, and after a soothing bath, she succumbed to the embrace of sleep.

"I'm sorry, Aya. The time isn't right," whispered the shadow as it bent down to gently kiss the sleeping figure on the forehead before slipping out through the window.