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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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Her Insecurities

  "It is not me.  He is my friend and I watched your practice videos."  Marx explained.

"I knew it.  He is a bit feminine and a very cheerful person.  So it cannot be you."

Marx led her to the side of the banquet hall.  "Are you saying that I am a boring person?"

"No, that's not what I meant,"  Amaya replied.  She looked around and noticed that Marx was leading her out of the banquet hall and into the garden.

The man in the black panther mask wanted to follow them but a woman in a white gown wearing a translucent mask that resembled the wings of a fairy approached him and offered to dance with him. The man threw a sharp glance in the direction where Marx and Amaya went.

The woman smiled at him sweetly and it somehow calmed the rage he was feeling deep inside. Her hair waist-length hair was slightly wavy and it was like the color of copper.