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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 Gifts

Both King Duncan and the crown prince felt that they were slapped in the face. It seemed as if Marx was talking about them.

"Of course. Ibrahim is my son after all." The king finally said after a moment of awkward silence.

In the evening, Amaya was scheduled to have dinner with the crown prince's family. She planned to hand her gifts to her family members. She did not prepare gifts for the daughters of the concubines and Prince Ibarra's youngest son. But she remembered that Flint Stone made extra jewelry using the other designs she made. He also made two extra totem necklaces so Amaya can choose from them.

She also didn't have a gift for her grandmother. She looked at her closet and saw the beautiful fur coat that her father made for her 14th birthday. It was the last piece of cloth he made for her. She thought her grandma would be happy if she gave it o her.