America X Russia Countryhumans Novels & Stories

He understands profession better and is there to listen everything. He hears me out when I am drunk,but I barely remember him saying his tale. Although, I pretend like I don't give a fuck about him, yet I still think about what he's going through. I hear my heartbeat speeding with each stride I take through the alley. There's many people engaged in their private business. That's what I love about America. People mind their own business. Unlike,my native country where all I find is some fucking bunch of older folks poking into each other's ass. Because they don't have a job except entertaining some ridiculous idol. I find this fact extremely funny that they actually spend money on non-living

Nala licks her dry lips and breathes deeply as she knows the scent is fading slowly. Nala pulls out her conversation when she finds out Raymond doesn't like it. "I was wondering, did you come indeed to look after me?" Raymond shifts his body to face Nala. Stare right into Nala's bead without blinking. "That's right, Nala. You have me. Although this is a consequence of Ray having half-human blood. But Ray's happy because it's Nala," he said. Ray groped his chest, then continued. "Here is a sign of ownership that already existed when Ray was born. Since Ray is half-human, Ray's owner can have Ray and do whatever he wants but Ray can't have one."

“Yeah but that″ she pointed over to him. “Is a fucking beautiful specimen of a man he has to be an exception no?” “No no exceptions.” “You’re crazy like seriously crazy. When was the last time you even had sex?” Her hand was on her hip now another grasped around a bottle. “Ages ago, but that’s irrelevant.” “No it isn’t!” She nearly shouted. “Give him your number, let him fuck you silly and go on your merry way. Where is he from? He don’t look like many of the others.” “Russia.” “Oh shit his Russian?! Seriously Harper, nothing ventured, nothing gained.”

“You can come next week for the rest.” Hunter grabbed the man by his shirt and pulled him. He lifted him up and gave him the devil’s stare. The man had known he was facing death in its eyes. “Please Hunter.” “Give me one reason I shouldn’t break your bones now.” “Please, I have a family.” “Is that a reason?” “I know something you might be interested in.” “What could that be?” “I know you escaped from Zambia.” “So?” “There’s a rumor circling around that there is manuscript about the Hamuumbu’s.”

Douglas looked cold despite his calm demeanor. His gaze was also filled with murderous intent. The other Americans raised their heads before giving the same fierce gaze. America was the world’s greatest country. In their eyes, they were superior. No matter how strong Country H was, it had no right to oppose America. That was their bottom line. Naturally, Amos Augustus had already known that those people would act this way. Elaine Garcia took a deep breath. “I know it’s not my place to say this here, but I’ll say it anyway.

I hissed at her in a whisper. "I won't tolerate people who joke around! This is the most important case in the whole globe. Do you know how many countries are in on this? They'll want to meet these scientists and that is what they'll see?" Hughes continued, pouring the liquid on his hands. The scent of alcohol burned my nostrils, confirming that it was sanitizer. "I was just being nice." Sharlene whispered back, not sorry for what she did.

"Coming here is futile, seeing they are telling the truth. Let's head back to the city." "All right, Alpha." I look around the streets of this filth—humans are cowering at the sight of us, run-down buildings are at the brink of collapse if there is any potential earthquake and everything is dark here with the exception of the red light district. Yet, despite this, Amala wants nothing but to return here with her half-sister? It doesn’t make sense to me at all. Why does she pride herself on being human despite being inferior? My heart throbs painfully and my hand immediately clasps on my chest.

My mother was killed by rogues, and my father went out of his mind. I felt a flood of pity for him. I had thought I was the only one alone, I wasn't; he had gone through so much, far worse than I ever imagined. "I'm sorry" "Don't be; I don't want pity," he said, his eyes hard. "Who are rogues?" I asked "They are wolves who lost their mates or lost something so precious that they let their wolf take over completely, their human emotions lost as they became mindless beasts that only find joy in destroying."

Elisa said. “Uh…hi,” Ella muttered. “Hello, Ella. I'm Ronaldo, and this is my wife, Annie. Welcome to the small town of Blue Moon pack,” he said. Ella’s forehead creased. “Pack? What is that even mean?” “Thank goodness. I already prepared food!” Elisa said. “Come and let’s eat,” she added and smiled brightly at the couple in front. It was a good opportunity to talk to these people since they don’t know about the town.

I repelled his curiosity by repeating my answer. Rodrigar rolled his eyes and let out a grunt. He looks a bit annoyed now. “Look, it’s better if you didn’t put your hands inside the matters of that country. Rustaval is a country of demi humans, and demi humans have had a beef with humans for a long time now. If we enter the country looking like humans, won’t we be attacked? Though I don’t care because it’s not like they can scratch me or anything.” He ended with a snicker.