Cookie Run Humans Novels & Stories

"Tell me," "How long are your boyfriends going to cover up the fact that you are human?" He asked me, making close my eyes, a tear rolling down my cheek. "Please don't..." I whispered to him. "Please don't bite me." Alexander smiled against my neck, "why not? Humans are my favorite snack, and it's not often that one as beautiful as you just follows me inside my library."

I poured myself a shot of whiskey on the rocks. " You're only saying that because you hate humans. Her resume was impressive, and she already has experience as a chef.". I told him and he sat down on his chair, pouring him his usual. Jack Daniels. It was his usual drink whenever he was frustrated about something. " No human has ever worked at Moonlight, and it won't start now. ", he said. I laughed. He was so bothered by this. " No. Your problem is that she is human AND our mate. You're so fucking triggered by your dislike for humans, that Selene fucked around and said here, there you go, and threw us both a human mate.", I told him. He growled in response.

I muttered to myself as I rubbed my temples. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of negotiations and paperwork to try and convince the humans that it wasn’t the moontea that was the problem but rather their overconsumption of it, but it had finally paid off. The moontea trade was set to be reinstated between Moonrise and the human world, which would save Moonrise’s economy from collapse—and it would save our relationship, as well.

James’s voice on the loudspeaker makes us both look at the phone that Coal is holding in his hands. By the look on Coal’s face, he accidentally pressed the phone on-speaker button instead of turning it off. This was unintended. There is a sudden change in Coal’s behavior and facial features. Coal brings his mouth to my phone and speaks loudly to James. “You may think it’s easy to break in here. But all I can tell you. It has been impossible for werewolves or other packs to step in here. “Leave alone the humans like you who wanted to do what you are planning to do. There is no history of a human who has no fated mate from our people, who has taken a step inside our pack borders.”

And Clarissa had the same expression, with his mouth set in a hard line, the eyes wide with fear, and the scurrying legs reminding me of the cartoons humans had grown up with which Alpha and Kit introduced us to. Not that the pair were human, but they’d lived and worked with them, and those animated figures were always dashing off in a cloud of dust. But Alpha and his friend called it a cultural touch point, something that resonated with humans and reminded them of their childhood. That was becoming increasingly relevant for us as we were interacting with humans. We would always be a bear den, but to market our services and provide excellent customer assistance, we needed an insight into how

Children laugh. They do not see what I see. They do not feel what I feel. A kingdom unraveling. “Arven has sent aid,” another advisor says behind me. I nod once. “I know.” Food. Healers. Reinforcements. Generous. Necessary. Not enough. “It slows the spread,” the advisor continues, “but it does not stop it.” Nothing stops it. That is the truth none of them want to say aloud. I rest my hands against the stone edge of the window, my grip tightening slightly.

After a while, he said, "Cooperating with humans? Interesting! This is a memorable experience! And I don't want to discuss it for the rest of my life." Brian, like the other werewolves, has a deep hatred for humans. So I'm not surprised he said that. "Okay, I will notify the others about the change of plans," Brian said. I nodded. I don't give any further instructions because I know someone as clever as Brian will learn how to speak gracefully so that everyone in the group will not be suspicious. If Brian told those people that she would cooperate with humans, some might not accept it, and maybe they would reveal the plan.

Of course she wanted to know but she didn’t think he was going to just offer up the answer so willingly. “Is it like some radioactive thing? Were you a part of some bad science experiments or something?” Skylar smiled, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “No but that’s such a human thing to say.” Skylar smiled at her, really amused. “A human thing to say? Are you implying you aren’t a human, Skylar?” Cheyenne asked, skepticism lacing her voice. He looked at her, dead in her beautiful, mint colored eyes. She tensed against his gaze feeling rather uncomfortable but couldn’t look away.

She smiles fondly at her baby. The weight of her words makes me sad. I had that with Derek and now I can never go back. He doesn't even know who I am. And I'm not so naive as to think that Liam will naturally come around and want some semblance of a normal relationship with me. I'd be more surprised to find out that unicorns are real. Well... actually. I should probably ask about that. "Hey," Kara says while resting her hand on my knee. "If anyone can get through to Alpha, it's you. He needs you just as much as the pack does."

My stomach felt like I just ate an entire block of ice. A laugh tried to rise up again, that same reflective, bratty shield. But it didn't make it past my chest. Because suddenly I could see it. Not just the pack house whispers. Not just the couple of people who walked out earlier. Other packs. Other territories. Other leaders. People who would hear “human” and think weakness. People who would hear it and think blasphemy even if no one said the word out loud. People would hear it and smell opportunity. "So... this little box." I forced out, forcing myself to breathe, "is basically a magical group chat announcement that could get me killed?"