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.


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 get down beneath the tablecloth and look at the floor, searching for the fork that I accidentally dropped. And kicked, far enough for me to have to fully crouch under the table in order to get it. Ugh, I'm so embarrassed! I briefly wonder if I should regret succumbing to that apple pie, but immediately deny the outrageous thought. IT'S AN APPLE PIE! A single sentence is all the justification and explanation I need. I continue to silently curse my clumsiness in my mind.
I find the fork and reach out to it, with that thought being the last thought of my normal life before it ends and my story begins, in 3,2,1...BOOM! My brain only manages to register the ear-deafening sound and heatwave from the blast for a brief second before the shock knocks me into something and the whole world turns black.
But first, let's start from before my story starts, which is earlier today, the last day of my normal life and the start of it all.
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I'm awake. And no, not opening my eyes like some kind of typical MC. I mean, seriously, do you actually open your eyes when you're awake? You do? Well, that's just not supposed to happen, and right about now is the time for me to officially start suspecting that an alien had taken over your brain. But then again, I don't think my cousin's an alien... Oh well, I'll never know, and frankly, it doesn't bother me that much.
Anyways, I'm awake, and as always, loving my warm and perfect position tucked inside my blanket and not wanting to do anything, I start to drift off back to dreamland until an upbeat ringtone of the alarm in my phone brings me back to reality. It takes a few more seconds until I give in and open my eyes to search around and close the alarm. Afterwards, I return back to sleeping, of course. Five minutes later is the second alarm, which spurs a similar scenario to repeat itself. The same happens 2 minutes after that, and 15 minutes after the first alarm I get up. Out of bed, into the cruel world which daily commits the grave sin of forcing me out of my little perfect heaven. I mean, couldn't school be in the afternoon or somethin'? The thought brings me to my more complex theories, which consist of wanting to live in the night and sleep in the day. And not because I'm crazy about vampires (although I do love vampires.... hehe...), but because the night is when I feel really excited and very awake. Idk why.
By the way, if you're thinking about how lazy I am, well, I don't care, you're not supposed to be here anyways. I mean, I'm just a regular, ordinary 15-years-old girl living in the small country of Klaesmon which consists of one small island. Hey, although Klaesmon is small, the technology here is very developed and it's just like America, but quiet, not so dramatic and safer, so don't look down on it.
I greet myself in the mirror (again, whatever, judge me for all I care) and proceed to the bathroom, completing my morning routine until I'm dressed and ready to head out to the school bus station at the top of the street. I eat an apple, stuff a couple of sandwiches and a banana into my backpack and hug my cousin John, my aunt and my uncle, saying goodbye and heading outside.
The cool morning breeze lifts my spirit and I smile while running up the street. As usual, I wait a few minutes after arriving at the bus station until the bus gets there and get on with the rest of the kids. The school is close by, so we reach it in 5 minutes, which is a relief because I have a sensitive nose which sometimes doesn't...umm...get along well with the smells in the bus. Especially if the driver smokes.
I get off with the rest of the kids and walk through the gates, following the familiar way until I reach my classroom, 10th grade's first class, also known as the scientific class. Yep, you guessed it right, I'm a nerd, how very observant of you, I'm soooo impressed. Well I am a proud nerd, and a proud bookworm. And bisexual, if you were wondering (goodbye narrow-minded homophobes that don't belong here :D). Well I don't make a big deal out of it anyways, not like I'm looking for love or anything like that. I mean, I'm fifteen. I'm not that bored yet, not horny, I haven't fallen in love (not that my friends aren't cute, but no) and it's not like we're in the 16th century and my only purpose of existence is marrying and giving birth. Did I mention that I'm a proud feminist? No? Well, I am. And again, being a feminist doesn't mean I hate men, if that's what you thought. Being a feminist means believing in the equality of men and women, as intelligent living beings who can think, understand, discuss and feel.
So yeah, let's take a break from this exhausting (that is, for you) self-introduction the author forced me to make. Then again, although I'm a bit grumpy about it, I'm not really complaining. I mean, authors are the source of books and novels and mangas, basically almost all of the most wonderful things in the world. What would a novel-loving bookworm like me do without them?! So I agreed to cooperate. And who knows? Maybe you readers are just as weird as this novel's author -_-.
[A/N: Sorry about that Ashly, but I just think this might be fun >w<... Maybe my taste is weird *sulky pout*.... Oh well, no use thinking about it. You can just leave a comment! Yeah! That way I'll know!:D]
...I kinda wonder if this author's the dumb type.
[A/N: Hey! .....well...]
I sigh and open the door to my classroom, getting morning greetings, one of which is a hug, from my five friends. I love hugs! :D.
And yeah, I know, impressive right? A half-introverted person like me having five friends is indeed quite the feat. Actually, throughout elementary school I only had one close friend, but she moved away and since then we only occasionally text each other, it's fun talking sometimes. When I got to middle school, there were more kids from farther towns, so in my nerdy class we recognized each other as a group of fellow bookworms and became friends. I mean, my whole class is filled with nice kids. Really, none of all the big differences between popular and unpopular kids nonsense you see in a common, cliché American teen tv series. I'm just closer to my group of friends, that's all.
We chat for a bit, until the teacher, who's always late, comes in. It's a biology lesson, so I listen happily when the teacher explains the new material we're learning. When the questions start, I get bored since I understand everything. Well, I guess that I should continue with the stupid self-introduction then. The author really writes with too many details and too much nonsense, if you ask me. But you're the judges. And I'm curious about your opinions too.
So, let me officially introduce myself. My name is Ashly Rosenwoods, and I'm 15-years-old. I live in a small town in the country of Klaesmon which consists of a small island near America. I like singing, rock climbing, cats, reading books, novels and mangas (bl and gl mangas very much included), watching anime, eating, sleeping, sweets, chemistry and biology. I don't like programming, seafood, being forced to do something and I hate geometry. I hate geometry very much.
If you asked my friends to describe me with two words I have absolutely no doubt that they would say daydreaming and disconnected. After that you can say I'm cute and often smiling. If you know me then you'd know that behind the goody-two-shoes exists a rebellious, excited side which is my core. Other than that, I'm cynical at times.
My best points are that although I fantasize about magic and stuff I'm very realistic in everything I do, I'm positive, calm and creative, I know myself well, I only need to understand in order to learn, I'm open to learning and listening to opinions and when I get excited about something I will do my absolute best to do it.
My worst points are that I'm terrible in long-term, slow-and-steady-improvement types of things, my self-discipline is bad with no framework (like school) because I tend to follow my desires (being lazy and reading) and when things get a bit uncomfortable I usually just avoid them completely. And when I say completely, I mean like shutting my phone to not have to answer a message or a phone call, for days. After all, I only need my computer to read novels and be content and happy. I'm a simple girl :D.
My last worst point is my poor communication skills:- for example, I once tried to tell my class that I learned about their various unique and awesome talents during the project we did together. Guess how that went. It went- "I learned that you can do things". Really, me? You put your awed and happy feelings and it became a snobby and insulting sentence? How did I even do that? And why do my classmates make me at least a thousand times more nervous than teachers and adults?
If magic existed in this world as we normally know it, I would be exploring and researching it as much as I can. Since it doesn't, I chose the closest thing as my future career- science! In particular, genetic engineering. And yes, I knew about it from before the covid-19 pandemic. Oh, if you're wondering, it's 2024 now, 1 year after the complete return to normal. Well, as normal as things could be.... Some of the bigger, more hidden crime organizations that started to become restless even before the corona have become quite loose and daring, taking advantage of the chaos and confusion to execute their plans, wreaking havoc on the world. It's horrible, to say the least.

© 2021 Scarlet Embers

Ashly Rosenwoods is just your regular unique and unremarkable person. Different in her own ways, but not someone you'd consider as especially extraordinary. Alas, something chose her. 
After a series of events that leave her dying, she's given a choice; an opportunity to live, at the cost of losing her normal life and gaining powers she'd have to be responsible for. In fact, she comes to bear a title that no one has ever had- being the Representative of Earth!
Coming to know astonishing truths and with her new powers and opportunities, while still maintaining her identity as a regular teenage high-schooler she starts to make her unique, unknown road of exciting adventures, filled with struggles, pain, fun, excitement, dangers and dreams. 
What will she choose to do with the power she now has? What dreams will she lose and what dreams will she gain? How will she change? Where will she reach? How high will she rise? Where will her road lead to?
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Hi, this is my original work, and also my first time writing a novel. I hope it will be very fun for us! :D
The Earth here is almost the same as ours, but a bit different and in the future.
I would love to hear your thoughts in the comments!
Oh, and at first maybe you'll get a bit confused about the things happening to her, but soon enough it'll start to make sense and things will get really exciting!
Btw, my native language isn't English but don't worry about the grammar. Anyways, if there's something wrong just write in a comment and I'll fix it.
Enjoy!!! :D

Concert. A show put up by mad people to fall deep into their own shitty and miserable life. And thats why it is so popular amongst the people. And thats why I decided to bring him there. To cool down. To chill and think. To be one with oneself. Welp, I'll stop doing that.

Today isn't about me, your favourite bitch, Leolio. It is about my best friend Al. So, I'll let her take the lead of the story and see you later.

Its the first time I will be talking about myself here. Hello, I'm Al. The Crown Princess. And I ran away from the palace to attend the once in a lifetime concert. But with this surprising meet up, I feel like everything is going to turn into havoc. Not that I'm afraid, but this concert means really a lot to me. God please, save me.

"(Crown Princess Al)...Do you know what music is, boy ?"

"(The boy)..Do I care ??"

"(Crown Princess Al)....By my side, you must. Ok, listen ! The world of entertainment was created by a woman called 'Ragnolia Medison'. She brought the 'Slow-Talk', which is now being called 'Singing'. She brought the--"

"(The boy)...Stop or I'll massacre you."

"(Crown Princess Al)..I'll make it short. I'm secretly a feminist. And Ragonlia Medison brought so much to us. That is my reason for being here today. As well as all the girls here. I'm sure you must've witnessed. I don't know if you care about woman's right but it matters."

"(The boy)....It matters...? Woman rights ? Then I have a question for you, next emperor. What is more important to you ? Woman rights or world hunger ?? Choose for me, please. Because depending your answers, I will either kill you right now or let you alive. You have one minute to think."

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Hook me. Jab me. Uppercut me. I don't care anymore, because I lost 'My Everything'. So can you do me a favor ? My body won't listen to my request anymore. Would you mind taking my life away ?

Hi! I'm Ella Rose Anderson. I'm 23 years old. I'm a feminist struggling through my life. I have long raven black hairs, brown eyes, cute, small button nose, round face, and petite figure. I belong to one of the richest family of Bashfaland.
Our family has long run the Anderson's Corporation for decades. I'm a natural in acting. After 17 long years, put on a show, is what I have done. So, I have not many friends. Atrust, is one thing I lack.
I experienced child abuse to **** and harassment. I was weak and broken. Not anymore. I have a purpose now. I vowed to protect and help the ones who had suffered in similar situations.
I'm the Black Falcon in disguise. A person, expert in MMA fighting and master of hypnotism. I'm the leader of ROYALS, a mafia gang. We have many enemies. One of them is Xavier Chahan. I know him since my childhood.
Back to my life, I'm the CEO of Aderson's Corporation. I'm a popular, rich, young, capable businesswomen, hot and bachelor of state. For now, I have everything, a lot of fame, a purpose, an outstanding career. However, I still feel as if there is something missing in my life, and that is yet to come....
The person, who changed me is Aaron Reid. He was my best friend, father, elder, brother and my tutor. He taught me to me strong from within. He use to say
"A strong person is not defined by physical strength, money or fame but power of will and heart. A strong heart is calm and cool. Don't hate anyone. You'll find yourself the strongest person on earth."
My only regret is that I couldn't save him. He miss him. He left his nieces in my care Andy and Beth. I love them both. I would protect them both with my life.

A story about a feminist struggling through her life.. She experienced child abuse to rape and harassment. She was broken inside but one day she stood for herself. She changed and became stronger. She vowed to protect the ones ,like her, around her. She joined mafia and slaughtered the guilty ones. She held a strong position in underworld. Nobody, knew her true identity. In reality, she was a big businesswoman of the country. She had everything she dreamed of fame, her purpose, career and family. She was missing something in her life and that was still to come.

"I've missed you." Malungkot na sambit ni Hendrick sa babaeng kasama niya ngayon. Si Drizael. Her rack is huge, fat ass, sexy and pretty. She has these brown eyes and her nose is straight and her plump lips make her look so cute. She's a feminist and one of those rallyist. 

Malungkot naman itong napatingin sa kanya. Masyadong itong brusko pero alam ni Hendrick na kayang kaya niyang mapa-fall ang babaeng ito. Inirapan lang siya nito at tumalikod. 

"Ang dami-dami mong babae tapos sasabihin mo na namimiss mo 'ko? H'wag mo nga akong ginagago." nakanguso ito at nakahalukipkip habang nakatalikod sa kanya. Boyish ito dahilan para mas machallenge si Hendrick dito. 

"Ikaw lang ang baby ko." Niyakap ni Hendrick mula sa likod si Drizael sabay halik sa buhok nito. 

Namula sa kilig si Drizael sa ginawa ni Hendrick. It feels so damn good to be held by him. To be in his strong arms. Ang init ng yakap ng binata dahilan para maging komportable siya sa yakap nito. Pero dahilan din ito para mas maalala niya ang insecurities niya. Na paano kung hindi sila magkasama, sino sa mga babae ang palaging niyayakap niya? Maganda ba? Sexy ba? 

Naiiyak na si Drizael dahil sa insecurity na nararamdaman niya. Ang daming rumors na kumakalat na iba't-ibang babae ang kasama ng lalakeng mahal niya. Mahal na mahal niya si Hendrick pero hindi nito magawang makuha ang security na gusto niya.

"Ano ba talaga tayo, Hendrick? Gusto kong marinig mula sa'yo, dahil hindi ko na alam kung ano ang gagawin ko. Feminist ako pero nagagawa kong magselos sa ibang babae na mas maganda sa 'kin. Iniisip ko palagi na kung paano kapag nakita mo sila? Iiwanan mo ko para sa kanila dahil mas maganda sila, mas sexy sila. Side chic mo lang ba ako, Hendrick? Gusto ko ng label. Gusto kong malaman kung ano ba talaga tayo." Pinahid ni Drizael ang luha niya na tumulo sa pisngi niya. 

Iniharap ni Hendrick si Drizael sa kanya at pinahid ang luha ng babae dahilan para mas lalong mapahikbi ito.

Ngumuso si Hendrick at hindi mapigilang mapangiti. Kinuha niya ang kamay ni Drizael at marahan itong hinalikan, "Ikaw lang ang lagi kong iniisip at sa panaginip. Hindi ko kayang ibigay sa 'yo ang label na gusto mo dahil hindi pa ako handa pero sisiguraduhin ko na iingatan kita at aalagaan kita." sambit ni Hendrick. 

Kung hindi lang siya naging fuckboy paniguradong sineryoso niya na itong si Drizael. 

Lalong napaiyak si Drizael sa sinabi ni Hendrick. Niyakap ito niya ang babae ng mahigpit. 

"My ex cheated on me. I saw her with her boss. She didn't even greet me. I opened her Facebook and red her messages to his boss, turns out, she's having an affair with him." walang emosyong sambit ni Hendrick. 

"Is that the reason why you're not yet ready for a relationship?" She asked softly. Umuunawa ang tingin. 

Tumango si Hendrick

"Maybe you're ready now, why don't you give it a shot?" 

"Hindi ko alam kung handa na akong pumasok sa relasyon pero sisiguraduhin ko na aalagaan kita at iingatan kita kahit ano man ang mangyari." 

Hinawakan pa nito ang kamay niya at nginitian siya. "I'll wait." 

Kumunot ang noo ni Hendrick, "Are you sure?" 

 Ang ganda talaga nitong babaeng 'to. 

Hinaplos ng babae ang pisngi niya. "Ayos lang. Hihintayin ko kung kailan ka magiging handa."

Ngumiti si Hendrick. Hinawakan ito sa pisngi at hinalikan ang noo. "Thank you. Kakaiba ka talaga sa lahat ng babae na nakilala ko."  Namumula ang dalaga sa kilig at hiya. 

Make her feel special, Hendrick. Make her feel she's the only one. Hendrick dated Drizael in several places. It seems like it doesn't matter to Hendrick if some girls would see him with her. 

Even though Hendrick would sometimes would chat with girls, He's making sure he's taking care of Drizael well even though they are not together. 

Pumasok na ulit sa University si Hendrick. Iniiwasan si Angeline. He's done with her. He took her virginity already, so there's no point chasing her. Also, Angeline is a gold digger. He learned from her background that this girl tried to climb on Zack's bed several times but failed. 

She used to take pictures of foods, expensive gifts and cars, a picture taken at a hotel and beach. on her social media, Pero kung titingnan mo ang bahay nila, wala siyang kakayahang mag stay ng 3 days and 2 nights sa isang hotel, they don't even have the capacity to buy clothes. 

Her father is an alcoholic while her mother is a prostitute at a bar. 

If Zack takes her in, Zack can give her a better life, better than what that old geezer she used to date can give. But Hendrick knows Zack better and he also know who Zack's like. Angeline won't stand a chance against the girl his best friend is fond of. 

"Akala ko ba Mahal mo 'ko?!" Galit na galit si Angeline habang nakatitig sa kanya. May bahid din ng sakit ang mga magaganda nitong mga mata.

"What're you talking about?" Pagpapanggap ni Hendrick.

"You're cheating on me!" Maluha luha ito sa sakit. What a great acting. 

"Wala tayong relasyon. Kaya paano mo nasabi na nagloko ako sayo?" Tanong ni Hendrick

Bumalatay ang sakit at pait sa mga mata nito. "I hate fuck boys like you. You did nothing but to waste my time! You took my virginity!"

"I didn't force you to do it with me. It's you who wanted it right?" Ngumisi si Hendrick. Why do women pretend like they're victim when in fact it's them who wanted to do it? 

Umiiyak na si Angeline sa harap niya ngayon pero tila wala pa ring pakialam ang binata.

"I hate you! I fucking hate you!" Umiiyak itong tumalikod sa kanya. Napapailing naman si Hendrick. He's used to this kind of response.

Kakaiba ang pangalan ni Angeline noong una niya itong makita sa facebook. he was intrigued with her pero noong malaman niya ang tinatago nito ay nawalan siya ng interes. He doesn't care about her and her whims. 

AHRIANDASHE

He's a Fuckboy in flesh and blood. A typical man whore who screw every pretty girl he sees.

Not until he was cursed by a girl who is actually a sorcerer. He made her fall for him, made empty promises, screw her endlessly and he left her with nothing. 

So she cursed him, turned him into an ugly duckling girl that everyone will be disgusted with. 

The curse will not disappear unless he find true love among his pals. 

Would there be even a chance to redeem himself or he will just remain in that ugly state?

Chris's Apartment

Chris flinched in his seat when he heard the doorbell rang. He scurried to the window and peeped outside.

It was Mandy. He sighed then opened the door. He smiled warmly at her.
"Hey! Come in."

Mandy's had her hand in her purse. She had planned to knock, hand over the photo and leave.

She walked in. Mandy was uneasy, Chris could see it.
"You seem more afraid now than when you broke in."

Mandy quickly turned to him. She had a confused look in her face. 

Chris sat down and beckoned her to sit opposite him,"It was joke!"

Mandy smiled uneasily,"I just wanted to return this photo and just get out of your hair."
She places the photo on the table. She was still standing.

"I know why you broke in. I know why you took the photo," Chris's voice was serious.

Mandy dropped on the couch with a big sigh. She didn't speak.

Chris continued,"You were here to find something wrong with me. Like severed doll heads or some other freaky stuff to show Shea. So that she could leave me."

"Wow. That's very... accurate." 

"So did you show her the photo?"

"No. We thought that we should find out what you were in prison for, if it was something big. We tell her."

Chris noticed that Mandy had used 'we'. He knew she meant her and Mathew. 

"By we you mean,you and Mathew?" Asked Mandy

Mandy knew Chris knew she was with Mathew that night.
"Yes,"

"So what did you find out?" Asked Chris. He realised how asking that question made him sound. He tried to salvage the situation.
"So am I a killer or not?" 

Mandy smiled. "Would I be here if you were? I dropped digging into your life. You have it hidden for a reason but just know whatever that is meant to be known will be known. "

Chris had realised she had used I. Jack had taught him that involuntary answers are often the truth.

That would mean that Mathew was still digging into his past. He knew there was no way Mathew could figure him out but the thought of him trying made him feel unsafe.

"I have to go now!" Said Mandy as she got up. Chris got up and held the door for her.

"Have a good day!" 

Happy Harbour

Jack's eyes began to open. It took him a second to adjust to the blinding light before him.

He could feel the rope around his hands. Around his legs. Around his neck. His hands could move a bit.

He tried to pull against the rope but the it tightened around his neck. He couldn't breathe.

His panic caused him to pull the rope even harder. Tightening against his throat. He couldn't stop it.

Then, he felt a hand press up against his. He felt ease around his neck. He took in a deep breaths.

A dark figure then stood in front of him. It was a man. He blocked the light. 
"Nice to see you again Jacob!" Said a familiar voice.

Jack's eyes adjusted, then the image became clear. He could tell who it was. He played it calm.
"What happened to Mr. J?"

In a stern voice,"He died!" Said Rudolph

Little Chef Restaurant

It had been three days since Mathew had left town abruptly. He had taken a two week leave to go see his friend in Serkal City.

Mandy had gone on two dates in that time. She really went all in with the dating app. She had the time, since Mathew was gone!

The dates she had gone to weren't bad but weren't good either. Just Meh! He didn't hit it off with any of them.

Down to date number three, she had little spirits left. Unfortunately her self esteem was dwindling too as she waited.

She was quick to judge the other dates she's had. Now she thought, 'what if the guy came and saw her in person but didn't like what he saw and left'.

Her mind was thinking of all the reasons for the guy to stand her up. He was pretty low at that moment. 

She had sat at the restaurant for over fifteen minutes. She was just about to get up and leave when she heard a deep voice.
"Mandalorian Queen?" 

She looked up. It was a dark man with black eyes. It was his smile that was his best feature.
"King28?" She said as per formality.

"I'm sorry I'm late. I know you are a busy woman. " He said with a sincerely apologetic tone

Mandy then realised she was standing, while King28 was seated. She was a busy lady, but she had nothing better she could do that night.

She saw that her companion was holding his breath, hoping she would seat. She smiled at the control she had at that moment.

She sat back down. King28 couldn't hide his happiness.
"Mandalorian Queen! It's a nice name. How'd come up with it?" Asked the man.

Mandy knew what the gorgeous man was doing, and she was OK with it. She took a sip of her water then started the story.

Chris's Apartment

Chris sat on the couch. He was thinking a lot. Mostly wondering when Jack would return. He wasn't supposed to try and reach him.

Jack was the one to call Chris at his convenience. The fact that he hadn't, made Chris even more agitated.

Jack and Chris had never separated since a decade ago. It was a dark time for both of them. Moreso for Chris.

He remembered what Jack said. The only way he could help Jack was by completing their mission.

The only problem was that the timeline of the plan was supposed to take four months. Anything more than a month felt too long.

In the passed, sometimes it would take more than four months for their plan to take full effect.

Chris remembered their recent job. Back in Happy Harbour. Jack was the one in the action. It took them seven months to complete. Jack had to emerse himself in a character he created and play out a story he developed for seven months!

He couldn't remember a time when he wasn't with Jack. Sure there was the five years they were separated in their teens. He was happy but still felt something missing. He had made a new family but he still wasn't whole. He needed his brother. He was so happy when he brought Jack into his world. Unfortunately Jack wasn't happy leaving his life behind. 

He was doing this mission for Jack. Jack really needed a way out and their success would ensure that for him. Chris and Jack would go and have a normal life. 

Chris needed the plan to happen faster. That meant that he needed to be the brains, at least until Jack came home.

He held up the photo in the air. He held a lighter up to it and burnt it. He thought of his future. He thought of having a normal life, what it would look like.
"Nice!" 

He dropped the photo on the table. He took a deep breath.
"I need to be the brains!"

Shea's House

Shea dragged herself into the living room. She dropped her bag on the ground and dropped on the sofa.

She looked around. The whole house was quiet. 
"Karen!" She yelled

A maid came running. She was short and slender with a wide hips. She stopped before Shea.

"How can I help you Madam!" She said Ina squeaky voice.

"Get me some orange juice Karen!"

Usually she would squeeze the oranges herself. She often liked to things by her own hand sometimes. So that she didn't feel complete useless.

This was now becoming the problem! She was always tired. In the efforts to become more hands on she was becoming more tired.

Especially when she decided to run the company she inherited from her father.

When her father, Obadiah, was alive, she had never set foot in the company. Her job was to use the money she never had to work for.

After her father died she had a change of heart. This was also the time when she was turning twenty two. There was a lot of drama at that time for her. He had gone for therapy for a few months.

She got some help and guidance.In honor of her father, who worked for her, she decided to have a more involved approach to life. Her psychiatrist helped her in make the realization.

She laid off half of the staff in the house. She chose to be making her own breakfast. Squeezing her own oranges!

She then decided to be involved in his father's legacy. TechSolutions LTD. She had already studied business administration so she decided to apply.

Three years later, she resents the idea. She didn't realise then, that she would spend most of her time working. Not necessarily at the office. Everywhere! 

Shea was stable socially. She had two best friends. One would argue you can't have two. But she did! She also had a boyfriend! 

It was clear that she was doing all those stuff to overcompensate something. Now she felt that she didn't need to. Not anymore!

As Karen brought her the juice she made her mind. She would step down from running the affairs of the company!

Olivia's House

Olivia set her laptop down. She removed her shoes and kicked back on the sofa. She spread herself.

She really needed to go out more. She knew she needed to go out more. Not just with the girls but with guys too.

Something in her head told her she needed to. Deep in her heart though, she didn't want to. 

She was content with her life, almost. She had two great friends. She had a great job and loads of money. But this was where the problem was. Her job!

For the longest time Olivia wanted to be reporter. If you'd have ask her back in highschool- reporter. Sometimes things change along the way. She found herself at lawyer.

She wasn't worse off anyway. Lawyer trumps Reporter any day. But it was a matter of fulfilment. She had come to terms with being a lawyer.

Despite her great career, she didn't really feel the need to settle down. Not because she didn't like men but because she hadn't found the right one.

She wasn't keen on searching anyway. Many of the men sited her disinterested and said she was a lesbian. (To them any woman in power ought to be a lesbian so as to assume the authoritative role in the relationship; so that their power extends to the household and not just in the workplace.) 

Others said she was feminist! She didn't like to be referred as feminist because in her mind she always felt like feminist usually see the worst in men.

She switched on her laptop. She noticed there was an unread email. She clicked on it.

It was from Mathew. She clicked on the image thread. A photo came up.

She couldn't believe her eyes. She looked keenly at the bigger menacingly looking man with a wolf tattoo.
"Kiaru Don?" 

Kamiti

Kamiti was the capital. It was a three hour flight from Old Town. In the heart of the city was the National Social Security Offices. Where the information of every citizen was stored.

Inside the offices there was a woman who sat at a computer. She was in the Funds department. She was in her mind thirties and had straight black hair. She wore the custom blue office t-shirt with black jeans. 

A bald man with glasses kept vigilantly walking around. Probably the supervisor. Avery threw a glance at the super, a good distance separated them. 

There was no secret there. She took a deep breath and clicked on the Citizens Registry on her computer. It now or never. 

She clicked on the search bar and typed in 

C-H-R-I-S D-H-A-T-I

She didn't have to wait as the results came in immediately.

Despite having identical faces, Chris and Jack have had totally different lives. After a rough life the brothers were forced into a life of crime. 

Chris and Jack find themselves in a small town of Old Town where they have to fend for themselves. Jack has to deal with his recent past while Chris has to think about his future. They think they have it all figured out until She's comes along...

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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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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When Valerie came home there was her mother, sitting on her armchair and listening to the radio. "Hey, Ma, where is Dad?" Valerie asked while kissing her mother's cheek. When she looked at her mother, she saw an older woman sitting in her home dress and her yellow polka-dot apron, which she must've forgot to put away after cooking dinner. 
She had curly brown hair, always pinned up and she wore no make-up, as per her father's request. Well, more like order, since he found no beauty in make-up but only in "naturally given beauty", as he said. That's why Valerie and Susie never wore it either, even when they went out to dance, they had to leave the house in the perfect state and return the same way. 
What's funny is, when Susie got married to Lawson two years prior, at the age of twenty-one, she tried to wear make-up and her hair pinned in a different way for her wedding day, which sparked a huge quarrel between her and father. That's when Lawson showed just how much of a good man he was, when he stood by Susie and confronted her father and by some miracle won his way. All in all, Susie looked beautiful on her wedding day, all dolled up. 
"Your father will be late today." she said getting up from her red tattered armchair. "Let's eat, we'll reheat his dinner later." The meal was just a simple meatloaf with green beans on the side. It could've been said that Valerie's family was well off, even though they worked normal jobs, her father was an accountant, who was well paid. They lived in an apartment building with many neighbours, such as Ms. Williams. 
They ate in silence, until Valerie spoke up. "So, today I learnt something new about motor engines." She said in a timid voice. "Valerie, for God' sake, you're not thinking about that mechanics studies again?!" her mother yelled and got up from the table. "It's a good thing your father didn't hear you speak about that nonsense again." she looked at Valerie with restless eyes. "Why are you doing this to us, dear? Isn't it enough your father allowed you have a job and buy those useless books, you like reading so much? Why must you insist on being, that, that…" she got frustrated. "FEMINIST!" 
Again, with the bad connotations to that word, a word representing a free woman. "Why is being a feminist, such a bad thing? Ma, didn't you ever want to life than serving dad his dinner and beer? Well, maybe if you did, you wouldn't look like common housewife and baby raising machine!" in that moment Valerie realised that raising her voice at her mother had been a bad idea. The slap didn't sting her cheek as much as it used to, like when she was in her teens. She quickly sat down and held back tears. "You, young lady, are acting very ungrateful right now." her mother sat next to her. "I will speak to your father when he comes home tonight. You are better to get married before this whole thing spirals out of control." As she said that, she got up to clean the table, dinner completely forgotten. 
Valerie took that chance to go to her room and pack a few things, among which were her clothes and couple of her books, along with the money she earned that week. She didn't want to wait for her father to get home. She had friends, the ones that didn't live with their parents, she could stay at theirs for now. She could always stay at one of those women shelters that started to appear. She had a few ideas running through her head, she just knew she couldn't stay with her parents anymore. If she went to Susie, she would just give her back when her father came to collect her. Not because she was mean person, but because she wouldn't go against father's word, unlike Valerie. When her bag was ready, Valerie peered through ajar doors to locate her mother. She was standing in the kitchen doing the dishes, her back turned towards the front doors. A perfect chance to leave. Valerie snuck past her mother and grabbed her coat. She walked down the street as fast as she could. As she was leaving the street she lived on, she could hear her mother's angry yelling. She started walking faster, almost as she was running. The sky was dark by now and streetlights didn't give her much comfort. Valerie walked to the first telephone far enough from her house and dialled the number for her best friend and colleague Emma. Emma lived in a two-bedroom apartment that was paid by her father, who was living in Manchester, England. As she was waiting for Emma to pick up, she realised she was still wearing her waitressing uniform. Even though it was July, the night felt a bit chilly. She was grateful she remembered to take her coat. "Hello." said a British female voice from the other side of the line. 
"Hi, Emma, it's Valerie." she looked around her. "I finally did it. I left them." As she expected from Emma, she heard a squeal of joy on the line. "I'm so happy for you, Valerie. Now you are a free woman, just as we talked about." 
Truth to be told, she was thinking about leaving her parents for some time now and Emma was the only person she confided in, a friend she had known for four years now. To hear that her friend was supportive of her decision made Valerie happy and less guilty for making that decision. 
"Yes, a free woman, with no place to stay and probably no job to return to since my father knows where to find me." Valerie sounded dejected. 
"Well, you can always stay with me. My father won't mind. You know how he is always supporting our movement." Valerie was always happy to hear that. Mr. Thornbridge was always pro their cause, which is why he let Emma go to Washington and pursue her dreams, fighting for equal rights of every gender and race. He also let her study what she wanted and that was History and Literature, which she had to study in England. When he visited his daughter in September of 1963, he was all smiles and witty humour. He was a funny looking man, Valerie always thought. He was short, but thin, and he always wore big rounded glasses, which only added to his years. 
"Okay, I will take the next bus to your place." Valerie was grateful for her friend. She looked around once again, trying to hide in the crowd, which wasn't very big that Friday night. She was very scared that maybe her father would spot her somehow, even though she wasn't anywhere near his office or home.

A/N: I would be very grateful if you could write a review. No matter good or bad, feedback always helps... 
I wish you will enjoy this novel, as much as I enjoy writing it!! Thank you! :)

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Living in Washington D.C. was a waitress with big dreams, who finds herself in situation she could've never even imagined. 

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