Giraffes Are Heartless Creatures Novels & Stories

They left the camp with two of the jeeps heading east towards the capital, as they drove through the dusty path Roxanne constantly looked left and right, in the distance she spotted a giraffe and an antelope eating a dead lion, she was stunned, Keith noticed the look on her face “Weird right?” he said “Weird? That’s crazy and creepy” she said “Everything is unpredictable in here” he said “What’s that?” she pointed in the distance at two black animals like jaguars “Vampire Jaguars… They kill preys for blood not meat” Amberjill said from the back seat “What the hell is that?” Roxanne pointed in the distance at a huge elephant with huge snake trunk, the elephant was seated while the long snake

She foolishly asked him, “A-Are you a savage wolf?” Anna felt like hitting herself immediately after the words had left her mouth, her eyes were surely not deceiving her that this person was one of the most dangerous species on the Great Landmark. These savage wolves were known to lack empathy and human consciousness, killing anyone they encountered mindlessly. They were ruled by their animalistic nature and could not be trusted. Anna knew it was time to leave this place immediately. She turned around to flee when she heard the man collapse to the ground with a thud. He seemed to have fainted from excessive bleeding, and Anna knew he would surely die if she left him in this manner.

"Yes they are but-" "Tigers?" "Well-" "What are they?" "Predators?" "Crocodiles?" "Same" "Hyenas?" "What's your point" he finally had enough. I stood up and faced him. "Hydes, snakes, jackals, leopards, Cheetah, and even pigs would eat a little child if no one was looking. Mr Johan, these animals are Predators, and they kill and murder not just humans, but even themselves. Different species, different clans, different cultures, different ways even different habitats. You cannot choose to hate all werewolves just because you saw something as a child and fixated your mind on supporting your specie.

"I said it! How could those people possibly want to give us anything? They only opened the Toman Battlefield to get Heartblood from us! Not only are they cruel and vicious, but they're also shameless and despicable as well. In the end, they decided to kill us all! Everyone just helped them out for no reason!" "We can't let this continue. If we continue to just tolerate it, then they'll just take advantage of us. They've never even seen us as humans. In their eyes, we're just livestock that they can kill at any time!"

“Yafi’s a good one, just hot-tempered sometimes. And don’t forget — the guards are the ones hunting the tasty food you love stealing!” Honestly, it was like the creature understood me — he dropped his furry head guiltily, crawled closer and started rubbing against me. Sucking up. Sneaky little shit. And then, like a pack of hyenas screaming or nails on a chalkboard, we hear Nufira’s wail. We’d never heard such a hysterical shriek the entire trip — and that girl loves squealing and screaming over the tiniest thing that scares her… or doesn’t. Honestly, I’m starting to think I’m not the only one she drives insane.

she asked with concern. “I’d be a fool not to be,” he replied. “It’s not just the life of our study that he holds in his hands. It’s our lives as well. At any time, he could snap his fingers and snuff us out. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather not be their food source.” “He would do that?” she incredulously asked. “He’s not human, Lila,” Jasper scolded. “He lost that trait centuries ago. You need to remember that. He doesn’t look upon our lives as having value beyond servicing their needs. Don’t expect him to remember or feel humanity anymore.”

Gemma adds, sensing my confusion. “They bow to no king, follow no Alpha, and they don’t run in packs. They’re soulless, Ella. Men and women who gave up their souls in exchange for ultimate wolf power. They lose themselves completely to it, forgetting who they are entirely. Their only objective is primal violence.”

"I believe there is karma and goodness always prevails over evilness." Danica angrily pinched Rita's cheek. "If karma is real, your grandmother should have been dead already because she tortured me!" Rita laughed bitterly and did not show her former friend that she was hurt. She needed to get better, so she didn't waste any more energy to talk back to her. She knew she wouldn't harm her right now because she still needed her. She had to find a way to talk to Gaven. She was certain that he knew Danica's true colors.

"You mean the one with the two annoying sisters, Drizella and Anastasia?'' He stoled a glance at me and smirked. I giggled and smacked his arm playfully. "See, I knew you've seen them." "Like I said, my mom used to tell me stories about Disney princesses and shits.. although, I was an attentive listener." "You paid attention, didn't you?" "Of course. But I didn't read this one you mentioned. Seriously, it's ridiculous. How can just one kiss bring someone back from the dead?" "It was true love kiss." He narrowed his eyes at me as he refilled my milkshake glass. "Those crap don't exist. Seriously, if they did, people would go 'round the cemetery kissing all their dead lovers." He handed me bac

"Most guys would say the opposite. My neckline was very sexy with my hair up." "No, it wasn't." "Yes, it was!" "No." "Yes!" "Your neck is too long. It makes you look like a giraffe." I gasped. "A giraffe?" "A very expensive giraffe, but still a giraffe." "You're unbelievable!" "And you're stubborn as a mule." "At least mules are useful!" "So are giraffes. From a distance." I wanted to slap him. Or throw something at him. Or both. "My neck is perfectly proportioned," I said through gritted teeth.