Whether Kala and others' prayers would be heed or not, that was a story for another day. For now, all they could do was sulk in regret for their actions and look on as Kiba's figure turned distant. None of them wanted to be even close to him, much less try to capture him.
As Kiba expected, the chase didn't end as a new set of crowd started following him. There were just too many people in The Fair. After all, it was almost like a city, a totally safe haven in the forest. The treasures he supposedly owned was a great enticement. 
Kiba was unfazed and continued to rush through streets. He increased his speed a bit and left the crowd in a dust storm. 
"Fuck!"
"He is a treasure mine!"
"Don't let him escape!"
The crowd increased their speeds but they were greatly lacking.
Kiba took a turn on a street ahead, and he has just taken a step, when thunderous roars filled the air.
"Hmm?"
Kiba found streams of light beams coming at him. As they approached closely, it was clear the beams were actually knives, wrapped by lightning vipers. 
Even if a Level III mutant was struck by this lightning vipers, their body would be instantly paralyzed and their hearts pierced by the knives. The speed and power left no chances for avoiding multiple strikes.
"You are attacking the wrong guy with lightning," Kiba couldn't help but smile.
He lifted a hand and waved it in a circular motion. 
With a sharp screeching sound, the knives fell down, but the lightning vipers leaped in air. They were excited, their bodies no longer containing killing power. 
They released enormous energy of lightning and wrapped around his hand. There was no destruction or scorched body as the attacker expected. On the contrary, the snakes seemed to be happy as they licked his hands like a pet. There was a pure, unadulterated joy.
"What?!" A shocked gasp came from some distance ahead.
It was a woman named Pooja. She has middle-length hair, brown skin tone, and a slender frame.
She looked with wide eyes as the lightning vipers disintegrated into lightning particles and glued on his hand.
"How is this possible?! Is he also a lightning-attribute mutant?! But they said he was telekinetic!!"
Pooja has got information from one of the people in the mob. She was thinking when her pupils dilated. She looked with mouth agape at the scene in front of her.
Like a sponge absorbing water, Kiba's hand devoured the lightning particles. There was no resistance as if his body was made of lightning.
Pooja gulped down a mouthful of saliva in shock. She hasn't even comprehended this development when she saw a fist closing into her.
Frightened but she quickly said, "A handsome man like you must be chivalrous, right?"
Kiba stopped his fist after coming close to her stomach. He was a taken aback by her words and retraced his fist back.
One of the most popular codes of chivalry stated - A real man doesn't hit a woman or children.
Pooja was a fast thinker and she knew when to take advantage of her gender. 
She smiled as she saw him lowering his fist. She knew many mutants who had their own codes, especially among males.
They considered women as a frail species and someone to protect. Such men wouldn't attack women even if the latter tries to kill them. 
They were a firm believer of code and nothing would change that.
Pooja couldn't have been happier to meet a man of such code as an opponent. 
'And they say chivalry is dead."
She was smiling when her smile suddenly turned stiff as Kiba said, "I'm not chivalrous."
Pooja tensed up and her body was instantly drenched in cold sweat. She didn't want to die, and she was thinking of what to do when his next words stunned her.
"But I'm a feminist."
 Pooja's eyes instantly brightened up. She sighed in relief and happily wiped sweat from face. She felt she couldn't have asked for a better opponent. 
Feminists saw every woman as a victim!
 It was even better than having a chivalrous man!
"I'm so happy to meet a feminist in this dangerous land," Pooja said with a sweet smile. 
Kiba responded with a smile as well, and said, "I hope you don't misunderstand but please know something."
"Know what?" Pooja asked, puzzled.
"I'm a true feminist," Kiba answered with the same smile as before. "Not some pseudo-feminist you might know."
"Huh?" Pooja was bewildered. 
Kiba observed her for a moment before explaining, "That means I'm a believer in equality."
Pooja didn't understand his words but his next action cleared all her doubts.
A fist rammed into her stomach like a truck. Her secret armor shattered into pieces and her body instantly turned pale.
"It means I shouldn't discriminate just because you are a woman," Kiba said as he lowered his fist. 
Pooja was in no state to reply. As soon as the punch made a contact, she was sent flying through air, coughing up an arrow of blood.
After flying for two hundred meters, she crashed into a wall. The rampaging force in her belly surged into the wall behind, and the wall cracked into fragments.
"AHHHHH!"
Pooja let out a heart-wrenching scream. She found her internal organs shattered, on brink of collapse. 
Her eyes erupted with tears and her face turned sickly yellow. 
Kiba slowly stepped forward and arrived before her. The dust on the ground swept away as he crouched down.
"It makes me happy to know you are happy to meet a feminist in this dangerous land," Kiba said with a sincere smile. 
His smile was filled with kindness but for her, it was like a smile of the devil. She found it hard to believe he would attack her so violently, without a hint of mercy, after acting the way he did previously.
Kiba took her chin in his hand and said, "A gentleman is someone who does not what he wants to do, but what he should do. I have forgotten something so obvious but thankfully you reminded me."


In the age of mutants and technology, everyone is after power and eternal life, but Kiba lives for his dreams of lust and vanity.

A man on a mission to live the life to the fullest. 

The tale of the legendary Wife Hunter whose very name terrifies husbands around the globe.

This is the story of the devil who does as his heart pleases, unafraid of the labels of good and evil.

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Fan synopsis:

Entangled in the schemes of two-faced government, a futuristic divided world, and a holy mission of his own, follow Kiba's journey of sins!

(Note: The starting 20 chapters are very short and slow paced. The main story starts from the 30s so please give it a try till then ^_^  You can rest assured the novel has a good plot besides the R-18 elements ^.^)

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The library was filled with people; I didn't know that many students get detention. I head towards the librarian.
''Katherine Williams'' I say my name and he checks the name on the sheet and gives a tick mark, I return him a small smile and sit at the last bench of the library where no one can see me. I sit and start doing my calculus homework. suddenly the chair beside is pulled and someone takes the seat, I don't bother on checking who it is, so I continue doing my work
'' do you have accounting?'' a familiar voice asks, I look up and see its Jace and I smile at him
''Hey Jace''
''Hey Katherine, you know that this is the detention hall right?'' he asked as confusion laced in his voice.
''yeah'' I sighed ''I forgot to carry Mr. Shaws' books and was late in his class as well so here I am''
''oh okay. Do you have the Subject accounting?'' 
''yeah I do'' 
''can you see what's wrong in the trial balance, please��' he asks pleadingly 
''yeah sure'' I say smiling at him
''can you check mine as well'' a voice asks taking the other seat beside me
''yeah sure'' I smile at him nodding
''My name is James by the way'' he says smiling at me
''Katherine'' I smile back
''I know''  he said and I raised my eyebrows.
''James?'' Jace asks
''hey man'' James says doing a bro-shake if that thing exists
''what brings you here?''
''The same thing you are here; the fucking trial balance!'' he says sounding annoyed
''okay, I am checking out what's wrong'' 
Soon the boys start talking about NFL and I continue checking why their trial balance didn't match. After maybe 15 minutes I figured out both their mistakes and looked up from the notebooks only to find, every seat of the table where I was seating was occupied by the football players. I turned towards Jace
''umm here Jace you didn't include the Wages part that's why it was not matching''
''really? That's the mistake?!'' he says exasperatedly 
''and James your mistake is you wrote 6500 as 9500'' 
''Thank god, now I don't feel like the dumbest person on earth'' Jace says laughing his ass off ''I mean seriously a man who writes 6500 as 9500''
''it was just a mere mistake, at least I didn't avoid a whole entry'' James says rolling his eyes and I quietly laugh at their encounters and see just across me Christian seating and talking to some other players and laughing, wasn't he the one asking me not to follow him??
''Now guys, won't you introduce your little friend here?'' a guy seating beside Christian asks Jace and James and I instantly feel Christian's eyes on me but I don't look back at them
''yeah, so this is Katherine, Katherine he is Mark'' I smile and nod at him 
After introducing me to the whole football team one of the boys asks
''you are Nathan��s girlfriend right?'' Eli, I guess that was his name, asked. Come on! I am not that good with names
''You mean Nathan Black?'' 
''yeah'' and now every eye on the table were on me
''Don't. TELL. ME!'' James says putting his head down
''Ummm, no he's not my boyfriend, he's my neighbor and his mother and my mother are friends. Why did you ask though?''
''because I felt I saw you somewhere then I remembered about the post-Nathan had posted during Christmas with you, so I thought you might be his girlfriend'' I laugh at this
''Well no, last year they didn't go to England to celebrate Christmas, so we and they celebrated it together'' I say smiling at the thought 
''you really shouldn't date him'' another boy named Sam says
''why?''
''because he from the opponent team''
''That doesn't make sense, don't you guys sleep with the girls of other schools? You do, so why dating the football player of the rival team's a problem I don't get it'' I asked sounding annoyed and all of them were silent 
''you want to date him?'' Christian asks clenching his jaw
''what? No.'' he eventually relaxes what's up with him? ''what I mean is, if you guys can sleep with girls of other schools; so can the girls sleep or date the boys of other schools.''
''yeah she's right guys stop acting like immatures'' Jace says
And they all apologize for acting like a dick EXCEPT! GUESS WHO?? CHRISTIAN.
 
''you are a feminist'' James points out as if he's done a hell of an observation.
 ''well talking about equality doesn't make me feminist'' I roll my eyes
''it does''
 ''it doesn't ''
 '' does''
 '' doesn't''
 '' does, Katherine-'' he was cut off
 ''guys you guys are fighting like five-year-olds. And James If she doesn't like being called feminist don't call her that''
 '��it's not like it's a bad thing being feminist, it's just talking about equality doesn't make me fall in being feminist''
 ''yeah right'' James rolls his eyes
 ''whatever you say, now where was I? yeah um, so Katherine on Saturday there's a party and you are invited'' Jace says with a smile
 ''I will think about it, can I bring some friends?''
 ''you mean Emily?''
 ''yeah I mean Emily and Cyrus''
 ''yeah sure no problem, I will be more than happy Emily comes'' he says the last part quietly but I catch it but let it go.
 
I don't go too many parties but Cyrus and Emily force me to go and abandon me so, I stay home most of the time. I don't even want to go to this party but I guess it can't be that bad. I texted Emily and Cyrus asking if they wanna go and they instantly replied with a  'yes!' Honestly, there was no need of asking them. If even informed them on Saturday, they would have agreed.
 ''cool they agreed, though I knew they would have never disagreed''
 ''Then I can pick you guys up from your place?''
 ''I don't wanna bother you''
 ''trust me you are not, it's fine with me and I am quite familiar with the address so it's fine''
 ''Okay, thank you'' I gave him a genuine smile
 
After talking for another 20 minutes the librarian dismisses us. I walk towards the parking lot and groan forgetting my SUV's probably with baby mum I was going to exit the parking lot in the hope of catching a bus but then a familiar voice shouts my name
''Williams!'' I turn around and see Jace calling my name and Christian standing beside him
 ''yes!''
 ''need a ride?!'' Jace asks
 ''No'' I say waving my hand in a dismissive way
 ''come on! I know your car's not there and you the bus left about 5 minutes ago'' he says checking the time
 ''urgh! I am so sorry, I don't wanna bother you'' I say nearing the
 ���'for the millionth time Katherine you are not bothering us, secondly, I need to be familiar with your house to pick you guys up on Saturday right? And also stop saying you are bothering me or anyone of us because we are friends, this is the least we can do''
 I kept staring at him for 10 seconds and ''that was a hell of a speech'' I say clapping my hands and he rolls his eyes
 
Soon I hop on the back seat and Christian sits in the front, I tell him my address and zone out when they start talking about football. I keep staring outside the window and soon my eyelids start being heavy and I blackout.

Sometimes life doesn't give you lemons.

The lady introduces herself.
"I'm the Goddess Aqua of the Axis Order. It's very nice to meet you Kazuma."

Kazuma is looking at Aqua. 
She doesn't look like a goddess, she just looks like she's cosplaying.
Kazuma doubts that this lady is a goddess or something like that.

Aqua:
"Let me explain what happened.
You have recently died."

...
Kazuma: "I know?"

Aqua: "Yes, I know, I just thought to remind you just in case you forgot."

Kazuma doesn't believe Aqua is goddess.
No. Goddesses don't talk like that and they definitely don't remind someone that they have died, like okay boomer, Kazuma gets the fucking point, he saw his own death with his own eyes.

"This is just great... Just great! I guess the world doesn't like me at all, I got hit by a fucking truck. It was supposed to hit a girl, but I guess the truck was a feminist and decides to go after me."
Kazuma says that almost annoyed.

Aqua tilts her head.
...
"Bro, are you dumb or what?"

Kazuma looks at her with a what face.

Aqua:
"You didn't die because you got hit by a feminist truck.
You died because you had a random heart attack."

Kazuma:
"What?!"

Aqua: 
"I'm not kidding, Kazuma. You really have died. because of your own heart."

Kazuma's Inside Mind: "Was my heart really heart broken when I thought of not having any girls?? My heart is a fucking cunt, my brain can handle this much stress since it's most of me, but my heart? Fuck you heart!"

 Aqua: 
"I'm very sorry for your death, I could almost laugh at it, but as a goddess, I respect you, and your death."

K.I.M: "She finds my death funny?! Oh you fucking bitch, once I touch your ass I'm going to slap it until it's red!"

Aqua sees that Kazuma is pissed off, she did read he has a short temper, and he's a shut in neet.

Kazuma has been possessed by none other than a female lolicon who got nothing else to do rather than waste her life savoring and enjoying every bit and piece of art of a loli girl.

Kazuma died due to masturbating too much and is now faced with the Goddess Aqua who offers the girl or Kazuma to another world where she could do many stuff that. Anything is possible that Kazuma hasn't thought of before!

Remembering the anime, the girl or Kazuma decides to take Aqua with him and so on this Kazuma starts his journey with the Goddess Aqua, and so on!

But since this is a fantasy world and Aqua literally said anything is possible, he might plan something very...hot.


Old Sypnosis:

Satou Kazuma died because he had a heart attack and was sent to the hospital, but he passed on and is transferred to the afterlife where he meets the Goddess Aqua.

The Goddess Aqua is very nice towards Kazuma but he's not going to be fooled by some stranger who looks to be cosplaying.

He was given the choice to either go to heaven or reincarnate and bring something with him and unluckily, Kazuma choose Aqua, forcing the goddess to be his partner.

Now together they try to live through this world they have been sent to.

Kazuma slowly but surely wants to something to change for once.
His previous life sucked ass so he decides he's going to have girls right up to his crotch, that's right.

He wants girls on his dick.
But Kazuma is not really lucky In general as he suffers most likely everyday.

Megumin and Darkness later joined his party, or what he calls a harem and together, they explore and maybe have some quality time together when they get the chance to?

And so, Kazuma officially starts his new life, but he will make it what he really wants when he was in Earth, at least he tries to.

Sometimes life doesn't give you lemons.
 
The lady introduces herself.
"I'm the Goddess Aqua of the Axis Order. It's very nice to meet you Kazuma."
 
Kazuma is looking at Aqua.
She doesn't look like a goddess, she just looks like she's cosplaying.
Kazuma doubts that this lady is a goddess or something like that.
 
Aqua:
"Let me explain what happened.
You have recently died."
 
...
Kazuma: "I know?"
 
Aqua: "Yes, I know, I just thought to remind you just in case you forgot."
 
Kazuma doesn't believe Aqua is goddess.
No. Goddesses don't talk like that and they definitely don't remind someone that they have died, like okay boomer, Kazuma gets the fucking point, he saw his own death with his own eyes.
 
"This is just great... Just great! I guess the world doesn't like me at all, I got hit by a fucking truck. It was supposed to hit a girl, but I guess the truck was a feminist and decides to go after me."
Kazuma says that almost annoyed.
 
Aqua tilts her head.
...
"Bro, are you dumb or what?"
 
Kazuma looks at her with a what face.
 
Aqua:
"You didn't die because you got hit by a feminist truck.
You died because you had a random heart attack."
 
Kazuma:
"What?!"
 
Aqua:
"I'm not kidding, Kazuma. You really have died. because of your own heart."
 
Kazuma's Inside Mind: "Was my heart really heart broken when I thought of not having any girls?? My heart is a fucking cunt, my brain can handle this much stress since it's most of me, but my heart? Fuck you heart!"
 
Aqua:
"I'm very sorry for your death, I could almost laugh at it, but as a goddess, I respect you, and your death."
 
K.I.M: "She finds my death funny?! Oh you fucking bitch, once I touch your ass I'm going to slap it until it's red!"
 
Aqua sees that Kazuma is pissed off, she did read he has a short temper, and he's a shut in neet.

This is an old story, read the official here.

https://www.webnovel.com/book/konosuba-love-circle!-rewriting..._17855854405244205

Satou Kazuma died because he had a heart attack and was sent to the hospital, but he passed on and is transferred to the afterlife where he meets the Goddess Aqua.

The Goddess Aqua is very nice towards Kazuma but he's not going to be fooled by some stranger who looks to be cosplaying.

He was given the choice to either go to heaven or reincarnate and bring something with him and unluckily, Kazuma choose Aqua, forcing the goddess to be his partner.

Now together they try to live through this world they have been sent to.

Kazuma slowly but surely wants to something to change for once.
His previous life sucked ass so he decides he's going to have girls right up to his crotch, that's right.

He wants girls on his dick.
But Kazuma is not really lucky In general as he suffers most likely everyday.

Megumin and Darkness later joined his party, or what he calls a harem and together, they explore and maybe have some quality time together when they get the chance to?

And so, Kazuma officially starts his new life, but he will make it what he really wants when he was in Earth, at least he tries to.

During the car ride we spoke at length about so many things and I laughed so hard he was so damn funny I came to the conclusion that all Nigerian men were funny. Involuntarily I looked at his dick and it was semi hard turning me on instantly. It had been long I saw a hard dick no matter how sexy I behaved Wale never went hard or I never noticed although I did look.


The difference between Wale and kuku was a lot in looks in character, in tribe, in Profession in everything. While kuku was willing to open up to me and talk about life in general Wale built a big wall that kept me out. Wale treated me like my parents did, like I was his baby and kuku treated me like I am a woman like a Queen not a princess. He sometimes treated me like I was a man like I had just the same powers and strength as he did.


"So welcome to my beautiful abode." Kuku said coming down from the car. I opened the door myself this time. I didn't know I had been so much lost in thought I didn't even notice when the gateman opened the door. His house was so big, a big classy mansion and inside was even better. All painted in grey my favourite coulour it was a house I would not mind moving into. What are you doing thinking about moving Into the house chizaram. Exactly what you think. I told myself. It was best to Ignore looks now happiness is all that mattered after all perfection is just a myth and the look that really mattered was the heart. Good looks will fade away after all but happiness will not. I was only just realizing this.


He put on the TV and started the show. "I know you will get made watching this. Ndi feminist."

I laughed at the way he said it. "I'm not a feminist. Well not exactly I song agree with some of their theories but I certainly will get mad and talking when I see a woman being insulted for the mere fact that she is a woman." I answered. I put the pillow on my laps enjoying it's fluffiness.

"You look so beautiful," he whispered to me. He didn't wreak of alcohol luckily but still I was afraid and shaking. I played with my fingers scared of looking at him, scared of the monster he had become. He stroked my hair and I felt nauseated.


His tongue fluttered against mine and his hands went deep in my hair. I used to yearn for this moment like a baby yearned for her mother but right now I dreaded it like death.

"Stop please," I begged in his kiss but he didn't listen. Tears were beginning to fall from my eyes. I tried to push him away I yearned to, but he held my hands tightly behind me. My small hands against his was a battle already won before it began.

He pulled me against him and nibbled at my chin, my ear, touching my face with his fingertips, sighing, whispering, "You feel so good." 

"Please let me go Cletus I don't want to, not today." I begged, sobbing.

"You are my wife and it's your duty to please me any day and anytime I want it. I own you." He screamed at my face, letting my hands go. I rubbed on them grateful that at least he had let go of me. 

But before I could move away from him he pushed me to the bed and started to pull his belt. I screamed.


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Zara Miracle falls in love with a mysterious masked man. She thought he was perfect but what happens when his mask starts to pill of and she sees him in his true form.


Will she survive the clutches of the devil or will she succeed in running away?


warning: Abusive relationship, rape, lies, manipulations. This book may just drive you mad with anger. you've been warned.

" Hey, wake up you sleepy head. " Maya pulled the covers from his body making him groan in annoyance. " What the hell baby, let me sleep some more time, I am tired. " He lay down on his stomach closing his eyes, attempting to sleep some more. But that wasn't going to happen. " Its already 8.15am, everyone is probably waiting for you at the dinning table. If you still wanna sleep then fine. I will tell them that you are sleeping. " With this Kunal sat up on the bed instantly, then ran towards the bathroom to complete his morning routine. Maya just laughed while wearing her earrings. 

She wore a beautiful light purple coloured lehenga with a sleeveless blouse and a long sleeveless jacket. Curled her hair and let them down. " Wow baby, you are looking soo beautiful in the morning. What's the occasion today? " Kunal hugged her from behind and praised while kissing her bare shoulders.

" Don't you even think about anything, mr. Bharadwaj. Last night you have had enough already. So now please get ready and let me get ready also. Today is the mehendi ceremony of Dip & big brother. " She pushed him away and continued wearing her accecories. After being pushed he started getting ready with a black face. 

" Good morning everyone. " They entered inside the dining hall where all the families were having breakfast and chatting with each other. " Good morning boys " Kunal's father greeted them in return. " Hey guys, you are back. " Rohit and Tuhin entered from behind and they gave each other a friendly hugs, then sat for breakfast. 

" Everyone is here, where is the lady singham of our family? We thought she is waiting for us here, but she is nowhere to be found. " Ronit and Kunal asked not finding their sister. 

" Brothers, she is not joining us for breakfast today, dii will join us for lunch & she'll be back in an hour or two. " Dipshikha said to them. 

" Today is the hanging of the 7 criminals. So she left at dawn. Look at the tv screen and you will see her. " Maya and Naina said, turning on the tv. They stared at the tv screen where her byte is streaming over and over. 

In jail, after completing the formalities the criminals get hanged and asper their last wish, their dairy and other properties transferred to their families. Outside the jail, public started celebrating the hanging with sweets and colours, it turned into a mini festival for everyone. 

" Mrs. Sarkar, no tears, now the case is closed. Today we really won. So please have this sweet. " Soha urged her to have it, as some girls came to give them sweets.

" These are happy tears, madam. Today my daughter's justice completed. " She said and took the sweet from those girls.

" Madam, we want to spend our life in your Orphanage, between those children. We will remember our daughter in them. Can you please let us stay there? " Mr. Sarkar asked hopefully. 

" Sure, why not. As you wish, if you will move there then it will be very good. Those children will get the love of parents. That will be very kind of you, pack your luggage and my car will send you there. I will make the arrangements for you to stay there. " Soha agreed quickly, thinking about the children. The orphans will get parents and these couple will get children. 
" Madam, the mothers of those criminals are saying that their sons were the victim of the wrong judgement. Please say something on this topic. " A reporter asked her as she walked outside the jail premises. 

" They are saying their sons were innocent. They didn't did anything wrong. What you want to say in this matter? After all you are a feminist. " Another reporter asked her. 

" What their sons did was barbaric, but if they still thinks that their sons are innocent then what can I say. This is 20th century, womans are getting sucess everywhere but in this society woman are still counted in third grade category. Womans are the biggest enemy of womans. They are not ready to change their mentality, so what can anyone do. She is saying that her son is innocent, tomorrow when this incident will repeat with their daughters, they will come to the court for justice. So when it is my son then he is innocent but when its my daughter then its a crime. This is the problem, so people have to change this mentality first. A criminal is a criminal, and he should get punishment. And who told you that I am a feminist? Let me clear one thing, I am not a feminist, if tomorrow I will see a woman is doing a crime. I will treat her like a criminal also. Thank you. "
Soha walked out from there finishing her statement, and sat on her car. Driver started the engine and sped off towards the helipad. 

" Wow, what a beautiful message. Only she can say things like this without caring about anyone. " The boys said proudly. 

" My daughter is really great. When I see her like this, my heart swell with happiness. " Her mother beamed with pride. 

" Hey, she is not only your daughter, she is our daughter too. " The others said proudly.

" Huhh, she is our dii, and she loves us more than you. " The girls said haughtily. The family started bickering over whom she loves the most. " Hello everyone, " suddenly a voice made them silent. They all turned behind to see the owner of the voice and get star strucked. 

" Abinash, you guys arrived already? " The elders walked towards the guests, standing in full glory. 

" We thought we should give you surprise, so we didn't informed you after landing in kolkata. Congratulations for your son's wedding. " The middle aged man congratulate Tuhin's dad. 

" Thank you very much, let me introduce you with my family and our children. " He started introducing them with all the members of the family. 

" Meet him, our another childhood friend, Abinash Goenka. His wife Meera Goenka, daughter Amayra Goenka, youngest son Aditya Goenka. Hey, where is the main man, where is your eldest son? " Tuhin's father asked while introducing them to everyone. 

" As usual busy in phone, there he is. " A god like handsome man entered inside the hall and walked towards his family. 

" Meet my eldest son Abhirup Goenka. " Abinash introduced him and he just gave a curt nod, and started talking with his brother. " Please don't mind him, he is like this always. " His father said feeling a little embarrassed. They sat on the sofa and started chatting. 

" Dad, you guys never talked about them, we never knew about them. " Rohit asked the elders feeling surprised and suspicious.

" He was setteled in London at the age of 14, that's why you never get the chance to meet them. But this year after 42 years he decided to come back and settle here in India. " They said happily but their children started thinking about the real reason of their arrival.

" Where is your daughter Shamir? She is the talk of the country. You didn't introduced us with her. " Abinash asked Soha's father after scanning all the family members.


We started texting, and I at first didn't even save his name in my phone. I was afraid that Nolan would find it and see that I had been texting some random guy; I always deleted conversations and didn't save anything. I only recognized him by the numeric digits, and at first, I didn't even remember his name. 
We would occasionally meet up at a relatively country-ish, divey bar near the club after I finished my shift. We were on Glass 2 of House Merlot.
"Wait, wait, wait, so you also ride a motorcycle? That takes some guts," Tor said.
"No, you know what takes guts? Dancing when you're on your period," I said. He laughed and shook his head. 
"I'm serious! You try to dance and shake your ass when you're afraid blood is going to start trickling down your leg or your tampon string is going to swing loose from its tucked-away position. Just try." I swallowed more wine, giving him the feminist test: would he freak out by talk of menstrual blood?
It seems he wouldn't. He fielded another question about the club, just as curious to know about the inner-workings of a stripper as the next person.
"So, what's the worst part about being a dancer?" he asked. 
Besides the lying and the feeling that I'm slowly going insane from keeping this colossal secret from everyone?
"Hmm…Probably having men not tip when I'm onstage. It's like, 'I know you're watching me and enjoying me, and I'm sweating my ass off for you; this ain't a free show.' Or when guys come up to the tip rail and after I dance they say, 'That's it?'"
"Wow."
"Yeah, like if you want more than ten seconds of dancing, you're gonna have to pay me more than one damn dollar."
I was on a roll now. Everything that I wanted to tell someone came pouring out. "Or having men point at me and being paranoid that they don't think I'm pretty or that my ass is too fat."
"Your ass is just fine," Tor said, winking at me. 
I grinned, taking another sip of wine. "Or having men spread my ass cheeks, bite my ass, smell my ass, and just generally try to do crazy shit to my ass," I continued.
"Well, I mean, speaking objectively, you do have a remarkable ass."  
The waitress came by to refill our glasses. 
"If you don't like it so much, why don't you quit?" he asked, a frown bunching up his adorable eyebrows.
"Sorry, I don't want to make it seem like I hate it. I love dancing and I can't see myself giving it up any time soon. And that kind of scares me. I love the degree of power I have. It's a strange sort of power but a power nonetheless," I replied.
Tor thanked the waitress and she walked off.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"I mean, when I was a sophomore in college, a close friend betrayed me; I experienced a huge invasion of personal privacy and intimacy. I was hurt and angry for a long, long time, and in a lot of ways, it still affects me. But by dancing, it's like I'm taking something back. It's like I'm doing something sexual for no one else but me, and if a guy wants to give me money for touching me, then he's a fool. And it's by taking advantage of the fools that helps me make money," I said. 
"I'm sorry that happened to you," he said. 
"It's nothing a little therapy and a lot of depression medication can't fix," I said, trying to lighten the mood. "There is a really great documentary on Netflix about working in the exotic dancing industry and the patriarchy. The best line goes something like, "I've finally found a way to live in the patriarchy: by taking their money."
"Ah, so you're a feminist," he said, holding up the sign of the cross.
I playfully punched his shoulder. "Feminism isn't a dirty word. It's the support for the social, economic, and political equality of women. Or the radical idea that women are people," I said, quoting feminist godmothers Chimamandah Ngozie and Cheris Kramarae. 
"But doesn't feminism elevate women at the expanse of men?"
"Not even close," I said, beginning to get the excitement sweats. "Basically, feminism means being able to make your own choices about the world. When I tell people that I'm also a grad student, or a part-time librarian, there is always the assumption that I am using dancing to get to somewhere 'better' in life. That I won't be doing this forever. But what if I want to? There's a common misconception that I or other women are forced to do it for money, or because we have no other options."
Tor nodded, absorbing it all.
"But I choose to dance. I choose to take off my top and rake in the money. I am playing the capitalist system that we're forced to play and bending the rules. In a patriarchal world, a woman isn't supposed to own and promote her own sexuality. But in the club, I can, and I do. I like the power reversal that dancing brings. All day long I am stuck in a world dominated by men. If I don't like what a man is doing or saying I can just walk away."
"But you might lose customers," said Tor.
"Well, that's capitalism for you," I said. "Sure, the female body is a commodity and objectified to an extreme within the club. In a way, dancing is the highest form of objectification of all: we are literally held up on a pedestal (the stage) to be gazed upon by men. But the women are living works of art. Men come to see the nuances of breasts, thighs, hips, waists, and faces. Some men come to the club with the expectation that in a given 5 minute dance that they dancer is "theirs" for that time. And to some extent, that is true. The dancer gives their time and energy to focusing on that one particular man. But the really, really good dances are when the man understands that, like any good dance, it is a partnership. It's about the sensuality that is created when two people share a connection," I finished. 
"Ariel, most guys come to the club to look at titties."
"Ok, ok, yes, there is a disparity between what a strip club could be and what it is. But dancing is my way of expressing my sensuality, my sexiness, my body. Do you sense a theme? It is mine. No one else's. Not a lawmaker's, not my family's, not society's; no one but my own. And that's saying something when we are all being pulled in some direction or other by some force or other."
"Yeah, we're constantly controlled by our bosses, our families, our job, our school, our church, religion, economic system, racism…"
"Exactly. Far too much. We live in a society where women's bodies are controlled by outside forces. For just a little bit of time, it is nice to call something my own. My body is a temple, and for once it is a temple unto myself."




Ariel Slick writes original fiction including short stories, novels, and memoirs to spread the joy of imagination and creativity. She also helps clients achieve their fiction writing goals with her ghostwriting skills on Upwork.com and Guru.com. Although she has  worked as a freelancer for three years, she has been dedicated to the craft all her life. Her fiction focuses on themes of love, justice, and magic, and her most popular works include romance and fantasy romance. 

Everyone loves to watch a slow-moving train wreck. That’s what happens when Ariel, librarian, book lover, and full-time geek, decides to work as an exotic dancer. When she loses her job as a bank teller, she needs a way to earn some extra cash--and fast. Driven by curiosity--just how hard could this stripping thing be?--she decides to sign up at a local club. There’s just one thing: she doesn’t tell her boyfriend about it.

Diving into the world of exotic dancing, she has to navigate the murky moral waters of taking off her clothes for money. From wild champagne parties to private shows with high-rolling customers, she will start raking in the money...until the cost becomes too high. 




I am a feminist 

Kill all men. No. Nowadays idea of a feminist is that they want to kill all men. No that is not what a feminist is. Feminism is a social, ideological, and political movement. Feminists want different sexes to be equal and have the same rights. It wouldn't be fair if women were higher in society than men, but also it is not right that men are higher in society than women. We don't want others to go through the pain we have gone through. Sure some of us might want that, but speaking for myself I don't wanna hurt anyone. We just want to remind them what it is like to be less equal. What days are like in our everyday life. 

Everything wasn't always like it is now. Still, women are not as equal as men, but things have been worse. What makes us less valuable? It is proven with science that a woman's brain is more logical in many situations. I am not saying that men are stupid. We are smaller and we have different body structure than men. Men are more masculine. They are also stronger as well. But that doesn't mean that a woman can't do physical work. We are strong as well. Do you know what we need to deal with on daily basis? I think you don't. 

We have to deal with stares every day. We get cat called every week, some every day. We bleed three to seven days a month. It hurts you know, there are veins breaking inside of our tummy. It's no wonder why we get angry and moody. 

We need to think about prevention, birth control. Some men don't want to use condoms or they don't have one with them at that moment. Then you become pregnant. Then there are nine months of carrying that other human being inside of us or abortion. Then there are seventy ear old men telling us that abortion is wrong. What if it is because of ****? The majority of **** cases are happening to women. If we dress in revealing clothes we are sluts, but If we cover too much we are boring. If we are too confident we are selfish. When are we enough? You expect so much from us. A girl needs to be thin, but not too thin, big but and big boobs, no body hair, or stretch marks. Then you men say "Oh you women are way too demanding." Oh yeah, sure we just want a partner who loves us the way we love them. Can I have that? We are often scared to walk alone especially in the dark. You know why? We can get kidnapped, easily. Middle-aged lady or 100kg man, which one is going to win? 

So on daily basis, we need to face these and many many more conflicts. It is not easy to be a teenage girl or a middle-aged woman. In every part of our life, it is not easy to be a woman. Could you face these things on daily basis? 

Give me one good reason why women should not be as equal as men. Oh, we belong to the kitchen. Not all of us are cooks. Some of us want to have a life. Some of us don't want to start a family. Some of us want to achieve something in life. Is that wrong? We are never enough for you. Who is being demanded now? 

﻿Be a decent human being 

Have you heard of human rights? Human rights are laws for every country. Human rights basics that every person on this planet have. Unfortunately in some countries, these rights are not materialized even tho they should be. Human rights give us equality. Human rights are decent human behavior, these rights make us all valid and equal. Here are some human rights that every person should have no matter their sexuality, religion, genre, or skin color. 

Right for marriage and Family. 

Every grown-up has the right to marry and have a family if they want to. Men and women have the same rights when they are married, and when they are separated. 

The Right to Your Own Things. 

Everyone has the right to own things or share them. Nobody should take our things from us without a good reason. 

Freedom of Thought. 

We all have the right to believe in what we want to believe, to have a religion, or to change it if we want. 

Freedom of Expression. 

We all have the right to make up our own minds, to think about what we like, to say what we think, and to share our ideas with other people. 

The Right to Public Assembly. 

We all have the right to meet our friends and to work together in peace to defend our rights. Nobody can make us join a group if we don't want to. 

The Right to Democracy. 

We all have the right to take part in the government of our country. Every grown-up should be allowed to choose their own leaders. 

Social Security. 

We all have the right to affordable housing, medicine, education, and childcare, enough money to live on, and medical help if we are ill or old. 

Workers' Rights. 

Every grown-up has the right to do a job, to a fair wage for their work, and to join a trade union. 

The Right to Play. 

We all have the right to rest from work and to relax. 

Food and Shelter for All. 

We all have the right to a good life. Mothers and children, people who are old, unemployed or disabled, and all people have the right to be cared for. 

The Right to Education. 

Education is a right. Primary school should be free. We should learn about the United Nations and how to get on with others. Our parents can choose what we learn. 

Copyright. 

Copyright is a special law that protects one's own artistic creations and writings; others cannot make copies without permission. We all have the right to our own way of life and to enjoy the good things that art, science, and learning bring. 

A Fair and Free World. 

There must be proper order so we can all enjoy rights and freedoms in our own country and all over the world. 

Responsibility. 

We have a duty to other people, and we should protect their rights and freedoms. 

(youthfohumanrights.org) 

While reading these you might think of a country where some of these are not coming true. But these are your rights, my rights, our rights. Let me give you some examples. 

Everyone haves the right to family and marriage. So this should mean that also two women or two men can get married or have children. Yeah, it's becoming more common nowadays, but there are still countries where this right doesn't come true. There are still some religions that believe that gay marriage isn't right. Most religions believe that God has given us free will, why do you think that liking the same gender makes you less valuable, why, how is their love less valid than yours? 

Freedom of expression. Pride processions, well we all know how those have been shut down. Not all of them, but some. You have the right to express yourself, you have the right to hold hands and kiss your significant other. No one should be vandalized or assaulted because of their sexuality, you have the right to be yourself and express yourself. 

Can you get where I'm going? You can find several countries where these rights are not coming true. We have decided together that we need human rights to keep us all equal in every country, why don't we follow them? What makes you more valuable than me? 

Be a decent human being, please. " Responsibility. We have a duty to other people, and we should protect their rights and freedoms." You should protect your rights and others rights. You have the right to say what you want. You have the right to stand up for yourself. You have the right to believe in whatever you want. You have the right to be free. You have the right to express yourself. Hold on to these rights. If you see someone offending someone's rights, you have a duty to stand up. Be a decent human being, let people live their lives, let them be who they are. We have the right! 



I'm a 17-year-old high schooler and artist, plus I write on my free time. This book is about growing and how I became who I am now. I talk about my struggles, love, and things that are important to me. This is a story about me. I hope you stop to think for a while and give me a chance to tell you things in my way. I hope this book changes the way you see your world and helps you to grow.


The human trafficking project had morphed into a comprehensive array of research, interviews, victim rescues and prosecutions of some of the most notorious traffickers. Despite the workload, Tess relentlessly continued to go after Laurent Belcour. She worked with the police in the French city of Sedan to set up a dedicated investigation team. While she was there, the team was tipped off that a hotel's head of public relations was providing additional young girls as prostitutes to well-connected men. Arrests were made, searches and raids carried out, but the affair remained parochial until some women mentioned Belcour's presence at swinger parties in Paris, Brussels, and Washington.
The police filed formal charges, and Belcour was obliged to talk to them. He was highly irritated that his precious time needed to be set aside to respond to such absurd allegations. Under questioning by Arnaud Moreau, a police detective, Laurent Belcour admitted a penchant for 'libertine' parties and having sex with a quite a few women.
The detective asked an obvious question. "Were you aware that the women you and your associates used were prostitutes?"
Belcour' irritation at the line of questioning erupted. "I deny ever having any knowledge that those women were paid for their services. The charges are nothing more than dangerous and malicious insinuations and extrapolations".
He picked up a newspaper. "I have supporters, and they unequivocally say that I am the victim of a feminist moral crusade. My behavior is a private matter, and it is not criminal. Read for yourself."
The detective scoffed. "I am not sure that an article in the newspaper is relevant to the proceedings. Monsieur Belcour, the allegations against you are part of a pattern of abusive behavior. You have been repeatedly accused of predatory sexual behavior in France and the U.S. on several occasions."
"Inspector, you know that I have never been convicted. This is a witch hunt promoted by feminists led by an American woman who is vengeful because I turned her down on several occasions."
Moreau laughed. "I am obliged to disagree, Monsieur. Madame Turner complains that you have continually harassed her to start a relationship with you, something that she is absolutely not interested in."
Belcour walked out in a huff.
The inquiry was to resume the next day, but the detective was advised by the local prosecutor to drop the case, arguing that the evidence against Belcour was flimsy. Moreau refused to drop the charges and presented his evidence to the three judges assigned to the case, two of whom were women. The judges ordered the trial to proceed.
Claudine reported to the team what she had heard around town. "Few, if any, believe that Belcour will be locked up. On the plus side, Belcour's wife left him, he had to resign from IDO and over the next few weeks he will have his sexual proclivities paraded and examined in excruciatingly embarrassing detail.
The relentless press coverage continued, strangely, a lot of it in support of Belcour. A legal reporter wrote: "This is not a unique case in legal terms. However, the involvement of Belcour propels the case out of proportion to the accusations, which seem far-fetched, to say the least. The real issues are politics, media, and moral judgments. After all, it is well known that Belcour has a rampant sexual appetite."
Tess and Claudine talked with Dianne Rainier, a feminist sociologist, and writer, who believed the upcoming Belcour trial showed that attitudes in France were changing but, she said, "Only marginally and very slowly. The case may suggest that there has been some change, but I'd be astonished if there is a conviction. The problem is that there is no subterfuge. A powerful businessman and politician openly indulged in extreme sexual activities. That behavior could subject him to blackmail and pressure, but that's stupid, not criminal. What is on trial here are Belcour's morals, and I don't think that people care that much about it."
Tess was now concerned that Belcour might escape conviction, so she upped the ante and presented to the French prosecutors additional evidence of Laurent's global human trafficking. The authorities proceeded reluctantly because the accused was not just an ordinary hood. In the end, they decided not to use that evidence, saying that potential crimes committed in other countries could not be prosecuted locally.
Claudine saw that Tess was unhappy. She looked like a deer in the headlights, incredulous that Belcour could possibly get away with what he had done.




Andres Mann was an Army Officer and a business executive. He graduated with degrees in Political Science and International Relations and published three management books and various business articles.
Andy had the good fortune to meet remarkable people from all over the world, most of them good, others not so much. Some were extraordinarily talented, able to perform well in multiple endeavors. The novels are based on the actions of real people he observed dealing with challenging situations. He believes that it is interesting to understand multi-faceted personalities that are fascinating and sometimes evil, making it difficult to make quick judgments about right and wrong.

Three remarkable people are caught in a web of obsession and deceit.
Tess is a military helicopter pilot; beautiful, aggressive and relentless. She gradually awakens as a real woman due to the love of two men. Jake, a brilliant CIA operative and Amir, a wealthy, sophisticated but dissolute Iraqi general who initially captures Tess during a battle and becomes obsessed with her. Tess escapes but must fulfill a promise that involves taking something from Amir. Tess and Jake attempt to go after him in and the action progresses from Istanbul to Paris and London. Amir persuades Tess to spend time with him in France and England in exchange for what she is seeking. Here she meets Fadime, his alluring and decadent sister. In the end, Amir deceives Tess. She returns to Iraq, flying dangerous missions and rescuing wounded soldiers. An unforeseen event changes everything.


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