Dubious Consent Books Novels & Stories

I said wondering where this whole conversation was heading, "I want you to protect her," he said turning his phone screen to me, 'her'? my eyes slowly fell on the screen, a girl with her blonde hair packed in a ponytail sat with a pile of books by her side, she is obviously a nerd even her big round glasses say a lot, she looked fixated on whatever information she was getting from the book that even if an attack was to happen in the room right beside her she may not even know, but something about her made me feel there was more than what meets the eyes, "A girl really?" I asked in a bored tone,

For a mature audience only! This book contains explicit content with violence, murder, torture, psycological abuse, depression, suicide attempt, rape, noncunsensual and forced sex. This is a fictional story and my opinion is that any form of nonconsensual and forced sex is considered rape, unless it has been consented in advance. I don’t believe it is right for any man or woman to abuse another person, like Alessio does, in a relationship or outside one.

He walked back to face me, a file now in his hands. “You–” He opened the document. “SURROGACY AND INTIMATE RELATIONS CONSENT FORM” What?? He then flipped to the last page where a signature was, right under the “Consent of Participant” section. He cut me off, his gaze sharp. “You serve. Until we get our money’s worth. In this world, deals don’t break. And if they’re broken? There’s only one consequence.” He leaned closer, voice dropping to a whisper that felt like ice.

"We offended Mr. Lane for a nobody? We're idiots." "No wonder he steals other guys' girlfriends. Gross!" Mark's whole image fell apart. He tried to admit his mistake and apologize to Pauline. She wouldn't listen, just turning to her assistant, "I thought this was just family dirt, not worth spreading, but he crossed the line. I need you to get the tape of his mom seducing her way in and proof of her selling our stuff in secret. Send them to the police and charge her with theft." The assistant nodded. "Yes, Miss Castro."

“I am a lawyer for Crownbridge Holdings. I stand for trust. The book must go under escrow unless you agree now.” The word trust hit like ice. Adrian’s face twisted. His voice broke. “You. You are the reason my life was ruined.” Aiko only bowed her head, calm and cold. “I am here for rights.” The house turned into a court. Nia pushed. Laurent pressed. Gabriel whispered warnings. Aiko smiled like a shark. I forced my voice steady. “The book does not move unless me and Nia open it. Here. Now. With cameras.” They looked at each other, then nodded. Cameras lit up. Phones ready. The book sat on the table like a beast.

“Pack and human. Tribunal has authority to review, but not to create or destroy, despite what they like to imply. Do you understand the implications?” “Yes,” Daire said. She looked to me. “I understand they can try to rip it up,” I said. “But they’d have to put their claws on more than one law to do it. That’s good enough for now.” “Pragmatic.” She tapped a few more fields. “Statements of consent are recorded verbally and in writing. They can be used against you or for you, depending on who’s holding the file.” “Story of my life,” I muttered. Kaia’s mouth twitched. “Begin with you, Elowen Mara,” she said. “Do you enter into this contract of your own free will, for your own reasons, and with

Humans had banned books from their own schools for lesser reasons. I got up from the desk and poured myself another drink, making my way over to the tall mantle above the fireplace, gazing into the glowing embers of the dying fire and lost in my questions. Had it been too far to ban Nyllan’s first book? The one that bore the seedling? That first research had marked the start of Nyllan’s career and his potential as an herbalist. Was that too extreme? The contents of his second book were controversial, breaching ethics on many fronts. The contents of his last book–the true fourth volume–were never circulated, but immediately condemned. And since the reality of a third volume was never confirme

What was underneath this one was real. The editor — a woman in her fifties named Priya who had been editing important nonfiction for twenty years and wore the specific expression of someone who had read too much bad writing to perform excitement about good writing — leaned forward in her chair and said: "This book will change how people think about the relationship between technology and consent. It will also sell. Those two things don't always go together. With this one they do." Elara sat across from her and said: "I need one condition."

she corrects. “Accountable to who?” I ask. Maris gestures to the chamber. “To everyone here.” I glance around. There are hundreds, maybe more. That’s not accountability. That’s cover. I move closer to the edge of the table, voice calm but firm. “Do you believe consent should be regulated?” A murmur. Maris answers quickly. “Consent should be safeguarded.” “That wasn’t my question,” I say. Rowan’s low chuckle ripples from beside me, sharp and pleased.

he asked. Elena frowned. “Ms. Thompson?” The trustee’s finger tapped the line on the paper. “A notarized statement by a public notary named Ellen Thompson—dated two weeks after the contract—claims that Mrs. Carter signed these documents under different circumstances than were presented.” Damian’s eyes narrowed. “Different circumstances? What is the nature of the claim?” The liaison met Elena’s gaze directly, respectful but unblinking. “It alleges the consent was procured through misleading information. It asserts that Mrs. Carter was not fully informed at the time of signing.”