Countryhumans France Novels & Stories

The vacation house awaited, a charming abode nestled in the heart of the French countryside. Henry shot me a playful grin, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Bienvenue en France, Sophia!" I chuckled. "Merci, Monsieur Henry. Now, let's go and conquer this weekend." Our luggage in tow, we ventured towards the waiting car, the driver giving us a warm welcome in impeccable French. Henry nudged me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Did I mention I'm fluent in French?" I rolled my eyes with a smirk. "Oh, please. Fluent in ordering croissants maybe."

They both knew it, and this was irrefutable proof of the beginning of their soulmate's wolf emergence. "I didn't know the French ate raw meat," Black murmured as he came to place a kiss over his Luna's head. "Of course we do. It's not as if we live in isolation, defending our cuisine tooth and nail with a baguette in hand and a beret on our head! But not all French people do either. You have vegans in France, of course, but you also have people who just don't like to eat raw meat. It's like that bullshit about all French people eating frog legs and snails. Imagine my shock when I learned that Americans eat frogs in some places in the United States! The total injustice of reducing a whole nat

And in the southeast countryside of France, the family of odd proportions and dangerous people thrived for a time. The End.