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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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The Birthday Banquet

Marx escorted Amaya to the banquet hall. They left Queen Zanzara and her assistant in the pavilion. Marx could tell that Zanzara was fuming. Her resolve to mask her anger with an expressionless face resulted in her face contorting awkwardly.

When they arrived at the banquet hall, a few dignitaries were already inside and surrounded Crown Prince Ibarra to greet him on his birthday.

"Marx!"

Amaya heard a familiar voice. Both she and Marx looked back at the same time.

Marx frowned when he saw Fiona walking toward them. 

She was wearing a toffee-colored trench coat over her gown.

"If I knew that you were also invited, we should have come together," Fiona said as she hooked her hand on the crook of Marx's arm.

Princess Amaya glared at the hand that was holding Marx. Her reaction did not escape Marx's eagle-like eyes. His lips curled slightly. He thought that Amaya looked cute.