Human By Jon Bellion Novels & Stories

“His Holiness Valda. They both watched on as a frail elderly man stepped forward. He was smiling at both of them. “Please,come, sit.” He offered and the warmth he exuded was palpable. Marlon was still apprehensive about all of this. He recalled how to get out if anything went wrong. They seemed like kind holy men, but Marlon was all too familiar with wolves in sheeps clothing. “We are here about the Jewel of Humanity.” Marlon spoke loudly and gruff. Hoping that statement would prick and enliven their true nature. “I know nothing of it,” he said simply.

He said, turning his attention to a frustrated, silent me. “What do you want, Namhaid?” Declan asked, not allowing him to continue focusing on me. “Her.” Is the only thing he would answer. ‘Why would he want me? Why were my parents gone in the middle of the night? Did Vic make it back to my house?’ I had so many unanswered questions. “You can’t have her, Namhaid. She was not part of the deal.” Another voice joined us from the shadows. “Alexander, shouldn’t you still be looking for Elspet?” Namhaid asked him. “Maybe, but I know you definitely shouldn’t be out here harassing my son and his friend.” Alexander shot back at him. “Does she even know what he is?” Namhaid asked, with one eyebrow lif

I answered him after taking a seat in front of him. He laughed as if what I told him was a joke. "You shouldn't do that, more after finding out she's human. You know that they're different, right?" "I know, but I couldn't help myself go after her. And the next thing I realized, she was already in my hand." "The mate bond sometimes sucks, right?" He asked while pouring wine into an empty glass and then pushing it to me. It seemed like he was waiting for me coming from my frustrating effort at sleeping.

not that one could ever be prepared for something like that. he continued to pull me until i was beneath him, my struggle nothing but a futile attempt at escape. he then began to run his hand up my leg and suddenly as hes about to tug at my clothing a howl rips through the air. Distracted, Gideon looks up toward the direction the howl came from. i used this opportunity to knee him in his private area and scurry backwards away from him. he grabs onto me again and one of the guys that had came with them ran up to us panting heavily "Gideon kill her and lets go we're being attacked" he says almost out of breath

"Then let’s make it last." We stood together, facing the horizon where the sun climbed above the trees—gold, wide, endless. This was it. No prophecies. No gods. No promises of eternity. Just a new day. And for the first time, that was enough. *** —End of He Betrayed Me For A Human—

I say with a smile. "Just one important thing Tina." Hans says with a sudden serious expression on his face. "What is it?" I ask curiously. "Uh, the client has a phobia of women so they want a male bodyguard." "Male? Then how do I–" I gasp as Hans nods suggestively. "You want me to be a man?!" "Come on Tina, it's not too bad. You don't usually look any different from a man anyway. Think about it. £3000 to act like a man."

Jarred called out, grinning, then drew out his claws and turned into his hybrid form while ripping off his clothes. I gasped. Jarred's human features melted into lykan-like as he grew into a vicious dark-grey furred monster. His irises turned black, emanating menace, but other than his ears, resembling pointy wolf auricles, and dense facial hair, the rest of his facial features seemed human. His arms and legs lengthened, changing into animal limbs, yet he still stood on his two feet, towering over Sariel.

At least she knew now that she wasn't the only one feeling this way. She ordered herself to stop being smug. The man couldn’t help his biological response, what with her all smashed up against his private parts like this. His physical arousal proved nothing—except that he was a man and she was a woman. He had done his duty by her tonight, and then some. She would be thankful for that and behave better in the future. Her body slowly relaxed. Now that her teeth were no longer chattering, she could actually almost feel optimistic. Yes, it had been an awful experience, all told. But there was a bright side. Neither of them had been injured. It appeared the old man in the brown pickup had somehow