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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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My Son, My Son!

A blur of crimson purple suddenly appeared in front of King Duncan. Amaya hugged him tight.

"Grandpa, just now you looked at me like Daddy does. I am Amaya, Ibrahim's daughter." Amaya sobbed.

Gasps were heard from the crowd. Hugging the king in public was not allowed though there was no formal law that forbade it.

King Duncan patted her hair. His granddaughter was a beauty. Up close, her eyes were like that of Ibrahim's… bright, clear, and willful.

Soon a royal guard asked Amaya to let go of the king as she was not allowed to do that in public. Amaya let go. She looked at the guard with confusion, then at the crowd whose eyes and mouths were wide open like they were in shock.

'Am I really not allowed to hug my grandpa?'

Her gaze landed on Marx who was seated in the front row designated for the guests. He looked worried but when their gazes locked, he gave her a reassuring smile.