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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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Impending Separation

In Asteria's palace dining hall that night, Amaya announced her intention of taking an admission test for Senior High School.

The people inside the dining hall all looked at her with weird expressions on their faces. 

"But big sister, you have never been to school." Danella suddenly blurted out.  "Shouldn't you start as an elementary pupil?"

"Daddy taught me.  It is like I was home schooled."  Amaya protested.  She looked at King Duncan pleadingly.

"Grandpa, Dad I would like to go to school."  She said in a gentle tone.

"Why do you keep on calling Father as 'Dad.'  My brother and I call him Father so why can't you call him the same way?"  Danella spoke rudely.

"What's wrong?  I call my father Ibrahim, Daddy.  Why can't I call Daddy Ibarra the same way?"  Amaya reasoned in a gentle way.  "Why don't you call him Daddy as well?"

"Mother, Amaya is bullying me."  Danella pouted as she complained.