males are more powerful in physically but mental strength in circumstances is girl itself

Mapanlinlang. Matigas ang puso. Masama ang Ugali.. Ngunit, Ubod ng Ganda! 



Sa isang kumpas ng mga kamay ay nakatali na s'yang bigla sa isang System. Bilang parusa ay kailangan n'yang Gawin at Pagtagumpayan ang bawat misyon, At kung s'yay mabibigo— Hindi na s'ya muli mailalalang bilang isang tao! 



Kailangang akitin ang Masungit at Walang pusong CEO? Okay! Bigyan ng anak ang Demonyitong Mafia Boss? Okay! Mahalin s'ya ng baliw na Doktor? Okay! Bring it on! Kayang kaya yan lahat ni Nieves. 



Ang hindi lang n'ya kaya, Bakit tila pa-intense ng pa-intense ang mga lalaking ito pagkatapos ng isang gabing pag-iibigan? Bakit patagal ng patagal? Bakit kailangang bigyan s'ya ng mga pasa, At paalala ng isang ma-aksyong gabi!?




“System, P*nyetang Nanay mo! P*nyeta ka! H*yop! Wala kang Puso!” Pagmumura ni Nieves sa kawawang system. “At ano yung mga reward mo? ‘Aphrodisiac Smell’, ‘Extra Juicy’, ‘Pasikip ng Pasikip’!? ANG LALASWA!”



System: Dahil sa tulong ko Host, Hindi malabong labingdalwa ang magiging anak mo, Bawat mundo! Praise me instead!




.. Gustong magwala ni Nieves.

A fleet sent from earth holding the last hope for mankind, end up stuck in a parallel universe, there they have to create a colony to preserve humanity, only problem is the laws of physics is different here, having a system empowering people and making fantasy become reality.

Pinandilatan ko si tita Coolen nang tumili s'ya at tinampal naman s'ya ni lola pero ngumisi lamang s'ya ng nakaloloko.

"Anong ginagawa mo dito?" Tumitig ako sa kan'yang mga mata. Gusto ko nalang tumakbo at itago ang mukha sa kanila dahil lalim ng pagkakatitig ni John sa'kin. He made me think that I did something bad.

"I told him to comeback here again and give you something that you liked which is a bouquet of roses with chocolate. You should thank me too, my dear." Tita Coolen grinned. 

"Why did you do that?"

"Why? Don't you like it?" I rolled my eyes at her.

Gustong gusto ko ang roses o mga bulaklak lalo na kapag pink. Pero talaga bang sinasadya n'yang bigyan n'ya ako ng mga ganitong klaseng roses? I mean, he gave me a bouquet of red, violet and pink roses. Ayoko namang mag-assume pero hindi ko mapigilan. One of these has symbols and meanings as well as the chocolate. 

It was just weird. Ayokong pangunahan ang isipan ko pero sa lahat ng iyon, bakit red, violet at pink?

 Ang kulay pula ay simbolo ng pagmamahal.

Violet is a symbol of love at first sight. How come? Hindi naman s'ya nahulog agad sa'kin noong nakita n'ya ako pagkatapos ng ilang taon.

Pink is a symbol of femininity and there's a lot of symbols about it. I do love pink roses. Of course, because of how it stands for. A lot of women loves pink color because it stand for femininity. Like empowering women with its symbols and meanings.

Bakit n'ya ba ako ginaganito? Hindi pa ba sapat ang pag-amin ko sa kan'yang may boyfriend na ako? Ba't hindi nalang s'ya humanap ng iba, maraming nagkakandarapa sa kan'ya. Ba't n'ya pa hinintay ang isang katulad ko? Hindi ako maganda noon at kahit sinong lalaki sa Unibersidad ay walang nagkakagusto sa'kin. Nagsasayang lang s'ya ng oras at kagwapuhan n'ya, nagtitiis pa s'ya sa isang katulad ko na wala namang ginawa kundi ang ipakita sa kanilang lahat ang kapangitan ko noon.

"I—"

"I'm here to ask your permission. I will take Emy for dinner tonight." Biglang sambit ni John na ikasinghap naming tatlo na nasa lamesa.

"Alagaan mo lang ang apo ko, ayos na sa'kin. Pinagkakatiwalaan kita." Sabi ni lola.

Lumaki ang mata ko at tinitigan lang si lola. Gusto kong umayaw. Ayokong masolo si John dahil alam ko sa sarili ko na magiging mahina na naman ako at ayoko ng ganun.

Ang gwapo ni John at alam kong hindi lamang ako ang mahuhulog sa alindog n'ya. Alam kong hindi ko na naman mapipigilan ang sarili ko. Natatakot ako dahil may kasintahan ako, hindi dapat ako ganito. I don't want to be a cheater. I need to avoid John as soon as possible.

John has a girlfriend. They're already 4 years and still holding on. But she realized that how can she get her happiness if her happiness is to have him?

How?

How can she steal him from his girlfriend if she's the bestfriend of his girlfriend?

Will she still do it?

Don't let the thickness of your hair discourage you but understand the beauty of it. Give it patience, love, and care. Inspiration– Wearing your natural hair inspires others who want to make the transition or need a boost of confidence for themselves. Yes, the curls you saw before the BC (big chop) were different (unless you had very short relaxed ends), the hair behaves differently and even your staple products can leave you hanging. However, if the commitment is real the passion/curiosity will develop into a strong love capable of withstanding the multiple personalities of our natural hair. Yes, it's almost like dealing with a whole village up there, each day is different but that's what makes it so interesting! Here's why you should love your hair.  Our hair can be unique, very deceptive, especially to people who know nothing about curly hair. It's kind of fun to see people's reaction to our hair when we show up with curly shoulder-length hair one day and on the other day, it's almost waist length. I shouldn't have to say this but here it goes. You should love your hair because it's beautiful. Yes, it's just plain beautiful!  Like I said earlier your hair is one of the things that make you unique. No one's hair is the exact same as someone else's and that's what makes it special because it's yours.
It's healthier.  Rather than using harmful chemicals that can make your hair weak and cause breakage natural hair products nurture your hair stands and makes them stronger. Do not let no one tell you to chemically treat your hair just so they can deal with it. It is your hair, I have been through the struggle of my hair being disrespectful towards different  hairstyles. Even had on and off thoughts to put a relaxer on my hair just so it can be more manageable to comb. Once I start treating my hair like family by showing each and every strand with care and love, especially my ends since their the oldest part of the hair. That's when my hair showed me love back, hairstyles that I will do will look great, respond to product I thought my hair dislike and the growth. Learning to hydrate the hair is the process of fully saturating the hair with water for an amount of time, allowing the water molecules to penetrate deep into the hair strands. Try hydrating your hair each week to keep moisture levels up in your hair which makes retention of moisture on the days in between that much easier. Your hair will thrive. Now, something I struggle with is being too heavy-handed. I often use lots of products when doing my hair but honestly, that's not necessary. More product doesn't equal more benefits. So when moisturizing your hair remember to use just enough product for your hair to absorb, no need to wild out. You want your hair to feel soft and pliable; if you're left with oil on your hands after simply touching your hair, chances are you used too much product or you're using something that doesn't penetrate your hair shaft. Another wrench in the process, I know. Trust me, along your journey you'll understand which products work for your hair and which don't. If it feels like the products are absorbed into your hair, perfect! If it seems like they're just sitting on top of your hair, back to the drawing board. We mention porosity a lot, but understanding how your hair absorbs water is really going to help you determine which products to buy.
So once you understand if your hair is low or high prosority then you choose the right products accordingly, remember to go light when applying them. Tip: just because the product is for low or high prosority hair do not mean your hair will like it as well. I have used many hair products that stated for low prosority and my hair was like no and showed me by acting differently. Always pay attention to how your hair response to the product is the main key. You do not want to keep investing into a product that is not good for your mane (hair). "Discovering my curls and embracing exactly who I am has granted me many incredible opportunities to share my individuality and promote self-love. From a young elementary school girl to be taught that, they are enough. You are your best when you begin to truly shine in your own light and find happiness in your imperfections, through the kinks, curls, coils and all. "More importantly, embracing my curls have brought me out of my comfort zone to meet other inspiring and supportive women whom I get to call my friends. My hair has been such a blessing on this journey that I wouldn't trade for anything else. Best part of it all, didn't have to be anyone else but myself. Love on every part of your crown and watch who you become." "Being on this natural hair journey for the last six years have taught me how crucial it is not to compare my hair to someone else's. I remind myself daily that a part of embracing and loving this journey is being able to find beauty in every part of the process.  A 2018 report on Mintel research revealed that black women are "most likely to wear their hair natural." According to the data, a whopping 40 percent of these women have turned to both chemical-free and no-heat styling, while an additional 33 percent of black women still prefer heat-styling, but have cut out all chemicals. Natural hair has never been so popular and so empowering. I'm sure we're all familiar with the 1960s slogan "BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL" and the electrified and somewhat defiant political jolt it created - those big Afros that were so prevalent and worn proudly. Today, the words are accepted and celebrated but for many, the meaning still has trouble being genuinely realized. As women of color when we begin to embrace our natural beauty we begin to accept our body, our hair, and our skin tone. We accept our curves, our curls, the depth in our skin tone, and all the features that make us women of color. However, these features are normally discouraged by mainstream media in society as "Beautiful". The effects of social media are strong and women begin to alter their features to be categorized as beautiful. Their natural beauty is sheltered and they hide their curves, curls, and the color of their skin away behind weight-loss, relaxers, and cosmetics.

[But use lesser Mana for such simple attacks, okay? You used 86 Mana for this one attack. That is why the fire's purity and strength went above a normal fireball skill.]
'I will keep that in mind.'
Lee took a few steps backward, as his eyes glanced over the shattered pieces one last time, then walked back to the ladies as they stared at Lee like a complete stranger, with a frown.
"You….you can use Mana?!"
As a Druid, Ruella was extra sensitive to Mana. Also, she can use Mana, but it takes a toll on her body. Clearly, she had not encountered any enemies worth expanding and empowering her skills.
An, who knew of Lee's special identity, was actually surprised to see him use a fireball of good destructive capability. Mia, who thought that Lee was a simple man with nimble moves, was also surprised.
Lee did not give a reply immediately. He just smiled and replied after a couple of seconds-
"I will answer that question later."
Saying this, he took the lead and walked towards where the river was. The ladies and the quadrupeds followed him like family.
'D, why and how does Qi and Mana differ when attributed with affinities?'
D began to laugh so loud that Lee had his eyes go wide as a reaction. Hopefully, nobody saw that.
[Both Qi and Mana are Essence. Consider Essence as plain, odourless, colourless water. Then Qi is alcohol and Mana is acid. Let me explain.
Everybody intake alcohol to have courage and bravery, which they lack when not intoxicated. Likewise, Qi empowers from within, and becomes one with you. It's effect is many times stronger. But, like alcohol, you will have a hangover.
Acid, on the other hand, has many different applications. You cannot intake it, but goes well with substances while counteract certain ones. Acid attack is also one of its uses. Here, the acid acts as a type of weapon, but you are still unarmed. It gives you an advantage in a fight. It does not give you a hangover, but can be a double-edged sword if not used properly.
Nature produces both Qi and Mana to maintain the balance. But it is found to be a necessity as Qi and Mana cancel each other, and reveal its underlying truth, Essence. Just as acid and alcohol nullifies each other.
Wherever and whenever Qi and Mana cancels out, Essence is produced. But due to its intangible state, none can detect it. Only those that have cultivation level of Essence Saint or above, or Mastery of Essence stage or above, can detect its presence.]
'But that still does not answer my question!'
[Wait kid. Let me brief. Like I said, alcohol comes in different flavors and smells. But they are ultimately for one purpose - get drunk and throw up. But acid, which is inedible, has many varieties of reactions that entices us.
Likewise, Mana which empowers us from the outside, like an auxiliary, can get well with all elements. Thus it's elemental compatibility is extremely high. As acid can act as a catalyst, Mana can act as an attack amplifier, which strengthens and speeds up the process. Both armed and unarmed fights are compatible with Mana in a good way. But elemental attacks are more fancied by Mana users.
Qi, becomes one with you. Thus it is about being one with the empowering agent. Unless born with an innate elemental affinity, Qi cannot greatly go compatible with elements. But armed combat where a weapon, which is close to you as a limb, is involved, the Qi empowers and connects you with the weapons and the motions become immensely fluid and fluent.
When you cultivate Qi, it is all about weapon proficiency. When you master Mana, it is all about elemental affinity.]
'...'
A long silence was followed by D's detailed description regarding the relation and compatibility between elemental affinities, and Qi and Mana. Lee walked with a blank face, but he was in deep thought. His pace did not alter, nor the direction.
*conversing voices from behind*
Lee glanced over his shoulder and saw An and Ruella talking to Mia about her interests and childhood. They were careful not to poke any sore memories. Fero and antelope walked side by side, and guarded the women.
'Now…..what do we have to do?'
[What do you mean?]
'I have acquired all elemental affinities. Now what shall we do?'
[Progress them, of course. You know the conversion rates between Essence and stages of progress.]
*sigh*
Lee let out a sigh as they had almost reached the river. The village can be seen on the other side of the river, which spans wide and probably deep. His sigh was loud enough that it attracted the attention of his companions. They saw the river hardly 20 metres before them.
Clean water flowed through the river and Lee saw some villagers fishing from the other side. At the first glance of the strangers, they made shouts and loud cries to attract the attention of the party, before they entered the doors of death. Lee caught antelope from jumping into the river as he also felt a hostile sense from the water. Not just him, his pet hyena also felt it.
*Unintelligible shouts*
The villagers from the other side warned to not enter the water. The 85 metres wide river needed a much powerful means of communication, other than mere shouts. Their throats became sore, and they switched to sign language. Due to its easy comprehensibility, Lee made out words from their actions.
"There….is a giant….giant elephant being...in the water. Wait, what?"
The four glanced at each other's face as Lee spelled out the interpretation of the signs from the other side of the river. Mia reached for her katana as she glanced over the river that stretched from one end to the other. Likewise, An had her hand over the longsword's pommel.
*grrr…*
All of a sudden, Fero began to growl. Their attentions were momentarily distracted by Fero when something surfaced.
A pair of vicious eyes floated up and glanced around. It was attracted by the presence of Lee and his companions, so it drifted towards them. Lee can see the terrifying ruthlessness from those eyes itself.
It came near to them and floated at a safe distance, as it stared at Lee and Fero intensely. Fero was its major target as he growled and showed hostility towards whatever that lurked beneath the water.
Lee took a step forward and his blade came out. It mysteriously appeared in his palm, and the eyes drifted a little backward. The situation was again in a stalemate!


(Check out my other work, 'A Dersireless Agelong Migrant'.)

Young monk Lee Shen of Kathmandu ends up in a different dimension! He became the first person to enter a dimension unknown to earthlings.

Through a fortuitous encounter, he got bound with a soul which introduced itself as the Sovereign of the Dimension. After analysing Lee's memory, the soul metamorphosises into a sentient system!

And believe me, this is one system you would wish to have!!

Here, the eastern fantasy of Qi meets the western fantasy of Mana! Dwarves join sects and cultivators join guilds!

In a planet with 20 realms of Qi Cultivation and Mana mastery with 10 levels of progression, the lives you can live are plenty. Join the adventure of Lee Shen, as he unlocks his memories, while the sentient system empowers his journey!

Read as he simultaneously cultivates and masters! Track his actions as he unravels the most horrifying secret behind the existence of multiple dimensions! Witness the multidimensional world through his eyes!

To all readers, if you didn't like the initial progression, you could just skip to chapter 335.

(This novel will be a long run, so the doubts and question mark popping up in your head will be eventually clarified. Please be patient and I assure you a beautiful work to read.)

(I repeat, the MC was a monk and the character creation is not done without any homework. Please don't assume that the MC or the story progression is flawed. This is not a conventional story.)

(Please note that the 3rd chap, unfortunately, comes after the 6th one. I apologise for the inconvenience.)

(The cover was of free source, and I edited it.)

There weren't many bathrooms that could bring about the same enveloping, luxurious calm as the one at Jade Vine. I had visited this marble-tiled room many times in my life — a handful of which I spent in the backmost stall, with my fingers knuckle-deep in Cassandra, Amanda, Winona… Whichever woman it was that had most recently crossed my path and caught my fancy.
I had good memories of this place. Powerful ones. Just being in it reminded me of wealth and sex and everything else that fulfilled that hedonistic hunger that had plagued me since childhood. That compulsion that got me to just grab and take — with force, if possible. Using force was better. It was good. And it satiated that hunger.
As I stood over the sink, the bathroom counters shone like a goddamn mirror. They were optimal for snorting crushed pills and fine powders. For looking yourself in the eye the moment before you ceased to recognize who you were. 
They were also good for mounting women. The only way to view a woman was from below, after you lifted her onto that crude pedestal so she towered over you, her chest at head level where you could see it swell with her every breath of excitement. See it and know you had just forged in her a false sense of adoration, and a very real sense of longing. It was ironically empowering.
In all my years of collecting conquests, I'd learned one thing: all women liked to be handled. But they also liked to be treated like queens. They sought men who could effortlessly carry them in their arms and lift them onto a table, throw them over their shoulder or pin them to the ground. Beneath the facade of every strong-willed woman was a creature yearning to be put into submission.
A lot of men are scared to admit they have this knowledge, this power. They let political correctness bastardise the laws of nature. The delusional idea of the strong, independent woman strips men of their full potential. It's a tragedy how modern man lets himself be overpowered by the false construct of feminism.
It was because of this that I had to dominate with a little subtlety, in a way that a woman could discern only exaltation even as I subjugated her. And when she realized that things weren't as they appeared, it would be too late. She'd be finished, and I'd be gone.
The jewellery box was light and smooth in my hand. I slipped it out of my pocket and snapped it open. The pearls nestled inside were strung so tightly that the necklace resembled a clunky chain rather than an elegant string, though this just added distinction to the piece. It was an unusual feature that would give Cindy the illusion of being special — a feeling that women like her were hungry for. I took the necklace out of the box and unclasped it so the pearls hung limply, catching dull reflections of light. I gave myself a onceover in the mirror before heading back out. My amber eyes reflected a fiery determination.
Approaching Cindy from behind gave me a vague thrill. She couldn't see me coming; I was, for those brief moments, in control of what would happen to her next. My breath quickened as I stood behind her, admiring the abundance of lustrous hair that hung between the smooth skin of her shoulder blades. I raised the necklace over her head and around her neck. Her shoulders jerked in surprise, and I smiled as I tightened the string. The clasp clicked into place with the snick of a spring knife being flipped shut.
Cindy's fingers traveled delicately to her throat, running the pearls between her fingers. "Artie, are you serious?" she asked in wonderment, twisting in her chair to look up at me. "I didn't get you anything!"
I towered over her with a proud smirk on my face. I'd gotten the reaction I wanted: complete awe and admiration.
"Thank you," she took my hand and squeezed it. "I'll make it up to you." She looked at me suggestively and gestured to my empty seat. "Why don't we start with this fancy lunch and see where it takes us?"
Women who felt indebted to men were more obliging when it came to just about anything. My pleasure deepened at the thought that I had created that obligation in Cindy.
As I sat down, she still gazed at me with mild disbelief. "You know, when I met you in Sydney I never thought I'd end up sitting in a place like this with this thing around my neck." She chuckled.
I raised my eyebrows and looked her in the eye, prompting her to elaborate.
"I mean, we met at a medical conference. On the 'challenges of the aging population,'" she continued with an eyeroll. "I'm a dermatologist! Watching out for wrinkles and skin cancer is pretty much my main duty to the elderly. Most of my patients are 50 and below. Honestly, I only went so I could have an excuse to spend thousands on a trip to Australia."
I laughed in complete agreement. I understood the power of an ulterior motive, how it drove people to do unwise and questionable things. I was familiar with the allure. It was by my desire and design, after all, that my seemingly serendipitous meeting with Cindy took place. And by the way she chattered on thoughtlessly, she had no idea that she'd been in my sights long before we'd met.

As he slowly realizes he is not alone in his mind and body, Martin discovers there is a malicious entity within him capable of selfish cruelty. In his attempt to unify his fragmented identity, his journey gives him a glimpse into his traumatic past, and eventually allows him to come to terms with the irreconcilable nature of the personalities battling for control within him.

"I see myself slowly changing. Into what or who, I don't know. I'm acting differently, saying things I never would. People I've never met approach me like a friend and, before I can think, I respond as if I know them too. When I look in the mirror, I see a different face. At first, I thought it was a trick of the light, but I'm becoming dead certain it isn't me staring back anymore."

The term was Coming to a close, which means exams and more excitingly,the inter house sports tournament.there would be a lot of activities and football games and races between the four houses; tiger,lion cheetah and leopard.
everyday after classes,pupils gathered at the field to cheer their respective houses, their voices could be heard chanting;
for Becky , end of term meant organising the Carol night with the music teacher and she was sitting in the cafeteria talking to Michelle about it.
' we don't have enough male voices this year,as usual.michelle would you like to sing? you have a very nice low voice.you could sing in the tendon section'.
" I can't sing'.
' please sweetie for me'.
Michelle laughed in an unexpected rich contralto. I'm afraid I'll be busy' .
busy'?
' yes, I'm in an organization,it's a group designed for the advancement of women and children. I'm specially involved in a youth programme. Harriet got me...
who's Harriet
"miss harriet'
 "yes. I've been going to lots of meetings. we're staging a protest on violence against women. And next week is the empowering youth forum, and we've been visiting the orphanage oh, and I've got a teen against HIV meeting this evening and for the rest of the week.
" Gosh Michelle, that's really busy,but I'm glad you've found something that interests you.
Michelle laughed musically again.
" she is glowing, Becky thought.she looks beautiful than ever before".
don't worry I will sing for you ,' Michelle said.
she stood up abruptly.' excuse me"
she left just as Jimi came over.he was wearing sleeveless cotton top and grass struck to the side of his legs .
hi" Beck's, we just won the basketball match.up tigers! I just saw Michelle here.
oh yeah Becky said. I'm not surprised you two don't get along.
" yeah yeah,. I know she left because of me.she just hates me'.
Michelle's sweet and nice if you get to know her'.
" she can't be like you', he muttered.
" she went to girls only school where things were very different and she's not used to all the things here.
what's that? he wanted to change the subject and pointed at the paper she was holding.
' the Carol list'.
" is Michelle singing?.
yes.
can I join the choir? you're always looking for boys'.
Becky was astonished.when did Jimi ever sing?
" Jimi are you sure? you need to have a lot of commitment'.
don't worry and I'll help you find some more boys,if you like '.
Becky stood up, " thanks Jim's, I'd appreciate it ' .


the final day of the inter house sports tournament dawned bright and clear.students wearing the coloured vests of their respective houses milled about eagerly discussing who would win the hundred metres race, which was the last event of the tournament.would it be Jimi or icheen? parents and teachers sat under shaded tents in the stands. an eager hush settled over the crowd and the eight boys were gathered on the start line,their faces stiff with concentration. Jimi could see Michelle in the stands with a slight malicious sneer on her face,as if she could see his fear. A flush of anger rushed through him Alright, he'd show her!.
The blast rang out and the boys were off, running like antelopes.from the corner of his eyes Jimi could see icheen. he strained against the air until he felt he was moving against water. move! move!! they crossed the finished line .
great race for tiger house" the microphone boomed.jimi Williams first,icheen second....'
" he won!' Becky said smiling
he won,' Michelle said unethusiastically. I'm sure he's feeling like a king now. the posturing peacock who panders to the gallery.
Michelle', please !' Becky said putting her hands on her ears .
oh please tell that to him," 
excuse me.

The end of year Christmas concert took place in the hall,with large decorated Christmas tree. during the concert Jimi wore a father Christmas cap on stage,which made everybody laugh, and he sang in the bass section of the choir. he had turned up for every rehearsal.
' master Williams, you have a very fine baritone,' the music teacher had said, delighted' where have you been hiding?'
Becky sang all the soprano solos and the group sounded so beautiful that no one could help but be touched.it was a lovely performance, everybody agreed.the music teacher felt like hugging them all.
for Michelle,the term had gone very well indeed. the principal had openly commended her on her excellent results and,best of all, she had met Harriet and they were doing things that mattered in the world,like helping the less fortunate, trying to make the world a better place.the only irritating thing had been Jimi was in the choir.
' what's up,  baby doll?' he'd say everyday.
' for the last time, stop calling me baby doll!'
" miss Charlotte,' the music teacher always said pettishly, ' can you please pay attention".
only Daniel was not happy, even though he had the mural on stage, he had failed his first term exams and dreaded what his mother would say. probably; ' no more painting for you, Daniel .how many times must I tell you.....?
Jimi came to take a bow one last time,he won the best athlete's trophy and a prize for the best exam results again, and all the girls were cooing at him. the handsome schoolboy spread his arms wide and smiled. " everybody loves Jimi" the whole school seemed to be saying to him..

it's about a girl who was molested by her stepfather and eventually moved to another place thinking she would be happy there..


According to the American Department of Justice (DOJ) a prostitute or a victim of trafficking is entitled to justice but only if she or he has been forced, tricked, or coerced into doing what the DOJ calls sex work" — and if the person can prove it.
Women working in the sex work industry — pornography, stripping or prostitution — sit in the cross-hairs of an enduring controversy, surfacing questions about everything from sexuality and health to economics and morality. The central issue that the Team needed and answer to was: Is voluntary sex work truly voluntary?
To shed light on this multifaceted debate, Tess, and the team convened several people who know the industry best. The participants came to New York and were put up in nice hotels. The Team always paid for transportation costs.
At the meeting, Tess asked the panel a question: "Is voluntary sex work empowering, enslaving, or a lot more complicated than either?"
Emily, an escort, writer and campaigner focused on the transactional nature of sex work spoke first.
"The definition of sex work is: Two consenting adults exchanging sex for cash. This commercial arrangement is hugely complicated by the fact that all too often sex work is bundled in with trafficking, child sex abuse, and ****. The comparison of sex work with the seamiest parts of the sex trade, unfortunately, leads to predictable scrutiny and negative attention."
Tess raised her hand. "What about the moral aspects of prostitution?"
"Morality should not be an issue in sex work. Our problem is that religious people constantly propose the further criminalization of our trade. These people want to impose their own values on others. I don't dispute their right to express their opinions. I am okay with their abhorrence of the exchange of sex for cash. I object, however, to their attempts to impose their values on us, people that should be allowed to do their job in safety and to be treated with dignity and respect."
The next speaker was Dr. Walter Mills, who practiced sex therapy and relationship counseling.
"Sex work is, and always has been, a way for some people to survive. The sex workers that engage in the trade without coercion consistently say that what they do boils down to economics. If you think about it, which career choice doesn't? Certainly, in prostitution there are abuses, and sex workers will be the first to admit that. But what other professions don't come with their own problems of exploitation and inequality?"
Tess raised her hand again and asked the same question. "How about the moral aspects of prostitution?"
"In my view, voluntary sex work is not a moral issue, but something closer to labor. Prostitutes are in fact workers, but they suffer discrimination encouraged by laws whose only purpose is to block commercial transactions between mutually consenting adults. Exchanging sex for money is just a monetary transaction. The same laws also attempt to dictate what people should do with their body. This attitude would not be tolerated in other areas of commerce."
Nicole talked about stripping.
"I have a different view. Having performed as a stripper for many years, I now believe that stripping harms everyone. It encourages men to value women solely for their looks, sexuality and willingness to please. It damages vulnerable women, makes them obsessive about their appearance, and convinces them to value themselves only for their ability to be attractive to men."
Grace, a former sex worker and 'hooker teacher' who had written about the industry, talked about attitudes.
"I sold sex for a time and had to hide what I did for a living from other people, fully aware of its negative connotations. I longed to feel a sense of dignity while engaged in my trade. I couldn't admit to feeling disturbed — not even to myself — not even in instances when on occasion I did things that I preferred not to do. Sex work is work, an income-generating activity that is in some ways like other jobs and, in other ways, different."
Courtney, a burlesque performer and entertainer, talked about the economic rationale for prostitution shared her opinions.
"We live in a misogynist culture. Men earn more than women, jobs are scarce, and a college education is no longer a guarantee of a better life. Far too many men take advantage of women without having to face repercussions. What can a woman without education or skill do? The sad truth is that sex still sells and women like me make a business of it. We make the men pay and if we are smart, we can earn our proverbial worth."
Catherine, the creator, and a host of a cable risqué show talked about choice.
"For some women, sex work is a means to an end, a way to make a living. For others, it's a job that they did not choose, something that circumstance or someone forces them to do. For me, sex work has been a way to provide for my family, own my own business, and to work toward long-term financial stability."
Victoria, a writer, broadcaster and campaigner based in the UK who focused on sex work, provided an elaboration on why some women choose to work in the sex industry.
"When I started selling sex, I wasn't a single mother. Now I am and have lots of company. In the UK, of the 70% of the 80,000 people working in prostitution, most of them are in poverty, although that is not my situation then or now. Selling sex is not about empowerment, it's about the money as it is for most people in the trade. The sad fact is that only a minority of people are fortunate enough to feel empowered by their professions. For me, there are two choices: feeding and clothing my children by selling sex, or not to do so and face eviction and hunger. And this is the reality for most women in prostitution."
Alanna, a qualified sex therapist and advocate for disabled people, shared what can be done to meet the needs of a neglected portion of the population.
"Clinical workers are now acknowledging that sex workers can improve the life of persons with disabilities by giving them the chance to be touched in a non-medical way, perhaps for the first time in their lives. The Sessions, an important film, raised awareness and acceptance of disabled people paying for sex. This was followed by a documentary on four disabled people, one of whom had sex with an escort hired by his mother. This film was labeled controversial, but many parents now call me at the Sex and Disability Helpline, seeking help for their disabled son who is physically unable to masturbate and desperately needs an outlet. Hiring a sex worker is one option."
"I have never heard of such a thing," Tess commented. "I am only aware of websites catering to regular people wanting sex and even sites that promote affairs between married people."
"I created a website with a disabled man who was a virgin in his mid-40s. We have profiles on about a hundred sex workers. Most of them see about eight disabled clients a month. One told me she was called by the parents of a 38-year-old. It was their son's birthday and he was a virgin. The parents brought him to her place with a present and a birthday cake. Another of her clients was also a virgin who wasn't going to live much longer. His mother contacted her and now she sees him once every six weeks. Every time, the mother picks up and drives the escort back to the train station. She does this because the meetings have significantly improved the son's quality of life."
Tess continued probing. "You haven't mentioned if disabled women are involved in this."
"Unfortunately, disabled women generally are not able or willing to hire a sex worker. The concern is that they don't think they could find someone with the necessary sensitivity and skill. Often, they have a poor image of themselves and don't think that they would be able to find a man who would be interested in them, even if they paid for the service. A few of the women I know have paid female sex workers, and none of them involved their parents in finding a sex worker."
"Do these sex workers have any special qualifications?"
"Sex workers must be skilled at giving pleasure in whatever way is required. Sometimes they work with caregivers in advance to prepare a disabled person: undressing, washing, and grooming. Caregivers or nurses may also need to be on hand in case of difficulties. Often, a caregiver helps patients to define what they want, what they need, and what kind of experience they want to have. This is essential to avoid disappointment. I firmly believe that sex workers helping the disabled deserve respect because they provide some solace to people that have little to live for."
"Tess closed the meeting. "Thank you, everyone. You have provided much-needed insight into a complex subject." When everyone left, Tess and Jake remained behind.
Tess closed her notepad. "The more we get into this project, the more complicated things seem. I don't know where we are going with this."
"Well, we learned that there is a subset of sex work that it has nothing to do with coercion or trafficking. Some of these people apparently feel that they are not doing harm and that they should be able to ply their trade with safety and dignity. I can't dispute that. We have a trip scheduled to look at how they do things in Nevada, where prostitution is legal in certain areas. After that, I don't think that it would be productive to spend any more time on scrutinizing voluntary sex work. It's not going away and in some cases, we have learned that something positive comes out of it. We should concentrate on real trafficking."
"I guess you are right, Jake. Let's go home."




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.


Annabeth sat in her waiting room as her maid, Doe, cleaned up the things around her. Her makeup was wrapped up and placed in a bag, and the calligraphy items sitting on the dressing table were placed in the same bag, safely under Doe's arm. 
After making sure that everything in the room was properly taken care of, Annabeth stood up from her seat and walked out of the tiny room into the wide space of the large waiting room. The sections of people in front of her, split into two as soon as they laid their eyes on her. Stares were thrown at her, some carefully hidden and the rest blatantly peering at her. She could see them all, she didn't care.
Her eyes search the room for her sisters, looking over the heads of the women in the room and the scarce population of boys that mostly walked with each other. Her eyes peered through the crowd carefully, still trying to find her sisters when a hand perched on her shoulder. 
"Whatcha looking for?" The voice asked. 
Annabeth's eyes widened and she turned around to face Jena. Her lips spread into a slight smile. "You nearly gave a heart attack when you popped out from behind me," Annabeth scolded.
Jenna grinned, "Should I have left you in here then? You would have been more annoyed then," she teased playfully. "I found Maria on the way to you. She was talking to some girl about how to find us."
Maria shrugged. "You know I'm really bad with directions, I would hate to get lost in here and then have to go back to the hall, alone," Maria shivered, "how embarrassing would that be?"
Annabeth shuddered, feeling the same pain that her sister felt at that moment. They locked eyes with each other and chuckled, a bright smile forming on their faces after the stressful performances. 
The three of them turned around and began their walk out of the room, their maids following closely behind them. 
"Are you sure we should have left our instruments in there?" Maria asked, her head nodding towards their individual rooms. 
Jena gave a light shrug, accompanied by a sigh from Annabeth. "I think so. We weren't the ones that brought them inside, to begin with right? I heard that the maids are supposed to stay behind after walking us to the banquet room to help move the instruments into our family's supply cart. 
Jena nodded, remembering something along the lines of what Annabeth recalled. "That's true, I do remember mother mentioning something about it."
There was another chuckle between the girls but it soon quieted down to silence as they turned and walked out of the waiting room into the wide hallway. There was a question lingering on each other's mind that they weren't sure when to ask and at the same time, what to reply after being asked. 
Annabeth sat in the silence for a few moments before letting out a long sigh, she hated having to sit in silence or waiting for something. "Hey," she muttered, turning to Jena on her left and Maria on her right, "How do you think your performances went?"
Maria let out a small smile followed by a sigh of relief. "I think it went quite well… I mean, the dance was received well by the audience and the king seemed to be pleased by it," she reported proudly before turning to her sisters to her left, a bright smile on her beautiful face, "I even got a chance to speak to the King for a bit, I think he liked my answers to his questions as well."
Annabeth grinned, giving Maria a small thumbs up before turning to Jena. "What about you?"
Jena leaned back, thinking about it for a moment. She wasn't sure how it felt, the emotions being preyed upon by the loud claps that came after her, but she could still remember the feeling that came after she received a round of applause. It was so… "Empowering," Jena muttered in reply. 
Annabeth cocked her head to the side a bit, "what was that?"
Jena looked up at her sisters, proudly. "It was empowering. The feeling of standing in that room as the wave of applause washes in, rolling right over your body and running through you. It felt amazing to be the only one in the room with a zither and the entire room clapping just for me. It felt amazing."
Annabeth nodded, liking her sister's explanation of the situation. She couldn't quite relate to it. There was no applause after her performance afterall, only slightly disoriented claps at the end as she walked out of the room and some thumbs up from the crowd. When she thought about it, it must have been very weird to all of them, having their ears benign intruded on by a song that their ears weren't used to hearing, one that rang deep in their song and pulled at their emotions, rendering them vulnerable. 
Jena and Maria turned to Maria, their eyes glowing in curiosity. They didn't know when their sister performed but assumed it to be right after them, their ears remembering the roar of applause that had filled the room and seeped into the waiting room through the walls. It was impressive, amazing that she was able to get that kind of reaction from the crowd. Made them just a tad bit jealous too.
"So… how did yours go?" Maria asked, locking eyes with Jena excitedly and then turning to Annabeth. "It must have felt so amazing, the applause was absolutely deafening, wasn't it?"
Jena nodded her head, "I bet it was," She grinned, the excitement in her voice slowing down a bit. "I do, however, feel bad for the person that performed after you."
Maria thought about it for a moment as she remembered the silence in the waiting room after the so-called performer finished her performance. There was not a single clap heard in the room after and after a few minutes, a few measly claps were heard as the person left the room. 
"We feel so bad for the performer having to go through that after putting her best self before the king and the people around them," Maria sighed. 
Annabeth shook her head. "Don't be, the performance wasn't as bad as you thought it was," Annabeth intercepted. 
Jena chuckled, her eyebrow rising curiously. "Wasn't as bad? How would you know sister? Yours was met with such glee and hers with absolutely nothing. It is bound to feel horrible for her… I wonder what she did to get that kind of reaction."
"I did well," Annabeth shrugged, "the silence only meant that I did well."
Jenna paused for a moment, listening to the words that left Annabeth's mouth. "I?" she muttered, recalling her words, her eyes widened in realization, "that performer was you?!"
Annabeth nodded her head proudly. 
Maria and Jena went silent, both filled with curiosity but scared to let out even a peep of it. Annabeth noticed, she didn't like that. She hated it when people pitied her or held back some information due to the fear of hurting her. It made her feel like she was weak. Like she was someone who needed to be handled with care. 
She wasn't.
"Hurry up and spill your questions," Annabeth groaned. 
"Omg, what did you do for them to react like that?! I thought we were supposed to perform with our instruments?? How badly did you do for you to be able to get that reaction?" Jena spilled, her questions released from her like a fountain. 
"Yea, yea, I heard absolute silence… you didn't break your instrument, did you?! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY HARP???!" Maria yelped, pure fear flashing on her face, "how did it feel? Does it feel horrible after the performance? You didn't feel sad right? You did your best, it wasn't your fault that it wasn't received well…" 
Annabeth let the spill their questions to their content and waited for them as they finished their sentences, a sigh leaving her lips as she watched them lay on the ground limply, tired from asking her questions. "Are you done now?" Annabeth asked. To which Jena and Maria nodded their heads in return.
Annabeth let out a light giggle before she began to answer their questions. "I played my instrument like I wanted to, I did perform with my instrument, I didn't do badly at all," Annabeth began, turning to Jena as she answered her questions and then turning to Maria to answer her questions. "I didn't break the instrument, so don't worry, your harp is fine. I feel fine, a bit troubled but relieved, I don't feel sad in the slightest, in fact, I feel the exact opposite."
"But then what was with the audience? Why didn't they clap? Were they too much in awe to clap?" Maria asked. 
"No… they just couldn't bring themselves to clap. It wasn't something that felt like it needed to be clapped after, in fact, total silence, as they had, was the best way to react after the performance," Annabeth shrugged. Her sisters stared at her in confusion so she elaborated. 
"It wasn't received badly, but rather the way I expected it to be taken. In confusion."


The Aucacia Empire had always been a put together kingdom. The commoners relied on their king just like the king relied on his people, there was no rumor the king didn't know about and there was nothing the commoners weren't informed of. It was the perfect give and take relationship a kingdom should always have. 

But perfect things tend to have greedy eyes watching them. 

A perfect environment has no worries about sudden attacks. The same peace of mind that gave the kingdom a blanket of comfort was only the only thing that was imperfect and the only thing that should have never gotten out of the castle walls. But evil has its way of breaking down barriers. 

A perfect environment is a fragile one. The gentle air shrouded in glass, ready to be shattered with the wrong move. One that the greedy hands were ready to take and one that young prince, Dominic, would have the displeasure of witnessing.

Now with the passing of the king of the Aucacia kingdom, cracks start to form in the fragile walls protecting the crown and the people ruled by it. With the days of his enthronement around the corner, the growls of hunger from the greedy eyes grown louder. How long can the kingdom stay put together? Who will tip over the shaky foundations of the kingdom? Who will be the PeaceMaker?

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