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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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Cunning Sofia

After a period of time, Zanzara finally released the pent-up anger and bitterness that had been building inside her. With a piercing scream, she forcefully knocked over the exquisite teapot and delicate teacup resting on the circular table next to her lounge chair.

"Your Majesty, please try to remain calm. Remember, you are still carrying a child, and it wouldn't be beneficial for your baby," her maidservant, who also served as a midwife, gently cautioned her.

Zanzara could not control her rage. When she saw Sofia smiling at her and taunting her, she felt the blood rush to her head, and she had the urge to kill her, but she could only keep her feelings to herself. In front of the King, she could not show any hint of anger toward any of the King's other wives.

Zanzara's anger still boiled within her when a sudden, sharp pain gripped her stomach. She tensed up, her round face twisted in agony.