Cookie Run Humans Novels & Stories

she said. “That is?” he asked. “Eating an infected brain,” she said. “So like a cow?” he asked. “No Mitsu. Kuru is caused by a human eating another human’s brain who is infected,” she said, shaking. “You asked what happened when people died. I think the adults ate them.” “The adults? Not you?” he asked now as panic flooded his mind.

Humans asked a lot of questions. “Something… happened… when the announcement was meant to be made,” I said, becoming uncomfortable. “Did you realize Damien was your mate and decided to be his Luna instead?” I could tell she was proud of herself using wolf words. “Not exactly,” I said. We rounded a corner and stopped in front of a glass door with a coffee bean fashioned to look like a full moon tucked behind a cloud and the name “The Roaming Bean” above the logo and “Proudly Serving Wolves and Humans for 75 years.”

Amelia asked, concert evident on her face and in her voice. "Well, I've been good." Cookie chuckled slightly. "I still work at the bar, it's quite boring though." She pouted, making Amelia laugh. "There's this new worker there, I always forget his name. He's annoying and talks a lot. He loves to pry into others' businesses and it's sickening." "Oh my god. Sorry." Well there was one thing she knows well about Cookie, she hates people prying into what doesn't concern her, she gets really angry at that and could break some people's nose because of it.

“No, of course not. You know how we like to keep humans out of our business. It’s just too risky.” Ronan sighed again but stood up and walked over to me. “I’m going to ignore the fact your hiding something from me…..for now,” he said with raised eyebrows, “but I think you’re wrong about keeping away from the humans. I’ve been thinking about it, and where is the one place that the hunters would never think to look for us? I think it’s our anti-social behaviour that actually draws attention to ourselves. Maybe if we interacted more with the outside world, they will never suspect who we really are.”

“This is our chance to find a cure. If one was infected, there’s a possibility that our people might get the virus too” “Those fucking humans!” To be continued…!

"Ah, they don't like the smoke but they do love the charcoal. That's humans for you, in a nutshell." "What do you mean?" inquired the young boy. Minos turned to face the boy beside him, excited to impart a valuable philosophy to a young mind. "You know how nobody likes to cook, but everybody loves to eat, or nobody likes to do the laundry but we all are wearing clothes? Humans don't like doing the dirty job, or refuse to take any part in the dirty job. But when it comes to reaping the benefits of that dirty job? Oh I tell you, everybody will line up. That's how humans work."

And she was entirely, undeniably human. No pack scent. No supernatural aura. Just fragile, pulsing, beautiful humanity. A human. The Moon Goddess had paired the most lethal Alpha in the country with a human. The elders like Silas would call it a disgrace. A fatal vulnerability. They would demand her dead. Roman’s grip tightened imperceptibly on her arms. Let them try, he thought, a wave of ruthless, possessive darkness flooding his veins. "Excuse me," a sharp, highly irritated voice broke through his murderous haze.

The man laughs, turning around to present the man with some coconut flavored rice in the coconut bowl. "Welcome back, Lucien." Kohl says to the man who turns his head back to the roof. The human raises his eyebrow at the male. "Why are you bothering to feed me?" Lucien asks, his throat sounding dryer than a barren land. "Because I am a human." Lucien closes his eyes, scoffing at the man's words. "Are you saying that I'm an animal?" Kohl raises his eyebrow at Lucien's differentiation between werewolves and humans. He had nothing more to say than stand back up. Kohl approaches Lucien who looks at him with confused eyes.

Roy asked, frustrated with the elusive nature of Stuart's emotions. Stuart remained silent, the hum of the car engine providing a backdrop to the weighty conversation. "Wake up from your dream. When did you last meet her? How well do you know her?" Roy continued, challenging the romanticized notions that seemed to cloud Stuart's judgment. "Stuart, you met her when you were just a year old. How can it be love at first sight? How long will you wait for a girl who doesn't exist in your life and hurt another girl deeply in love with you?"

I reassure as I hand Robert one of the cookies. “I have a late shift at the fast food place soon. I’ll try and bring a few burgers back for you both,” the girl says. “Thanks, we’d appreciate that. Do you all have jobs?” “No, only the ones that have been here a while. We have to work to bring in money to feed the rest of the group,” she explains. “Makes sense,” I nod. “How do you go unnoticed by the humans? I could barely control the eye flare as a teen.”