Inanimate Insanity Humanized Novels & Stories

I was sure that little human saw me healing yesterday, as she looked shocked with that dog, but meh, she didn't ask anything today, which should be a good thing for me. "Besides, there's no point in talking to her, Nicholas. She's just like everyone else, growing old soon and dying. When you come back from the far Olympics, she will have moved up a grade or even be married. Unlike you, who live this boring life and struggle with the same thoughts," I told myself, as my breath started to get a bit tight. I don't know why, but sometimes I also wonder. Since I'm no longer human and have inhuman healing speed…Shouldn't I be 100% healthy? Why do I still have this disease?

' Exasperation exuded from the tone of the voice and I could almost start to believe that it was truly something being generated in my head. I find myself dumping the umbrella on the floor before plopping down back onto the bed. "Oh, Rozeta. You have really gone crazy this time around. What more do you want after this? A flying bison?" I can't believe I was even starting to talk to myself. I think I am indeed going crazy, no doubt about that. And the more it's revealed that I just might be crazy, the more I start to wonder how much sanity I have left. 'What do I do with you? Gosh, this is why it's so hard to deal with humans.' I hear the voice say again.

I felt like nauseating, our people were insane, tied to materiality. Compensation – a hope of the war about to end or insanity.

Sam's pov It's Rilly and Maggie, I could hear their voices. I was wondering what was going on when I heard Rilly say no party, big on texting. That made me happy, I could not hold back any longer,I let out a loud and long howl, not being able to wait until I get to see Rilly again. Good thing this room is sound proof and warlock proof. I can't wait to text Rilly when I change back, I think that's what I'm going to do as soon as I change back, well maybe I'll shower first. I can still hear the convention that's happening up stairs, sounds like Rilly is trying to impress us by not having a party. I pace the big warlock proof room with my big paws waiting until time to change back. My ears are

Michael was indeed a lunatic. "She won't hate anyone" The sternness in Lula's voice made us both shut up. "When she's old enough and if the story should ever come to her knowledge, she'll love you both too much to blame you" His words calmed me a bit, but if I had the chance, I would raise that mofo from the dead and kill him again. He was a monster. Poisoned two wolves just for some crazy obsession. Perfect definition of sick. Sick. Sick. Sick.

Yet, as Regan watched his boss's reflection, a man who was currently humming a soft tune while thinking about a woman, he had to wonder. Perhaps redemption wasn't about changing the man's nature, but about giving him a reason to tame the monster for the one person who made him feel human. Maybe Marceline wasn't his path to becoming a good man, but his reason to want to be a better one, if only for her. "Sir, are you in love with Miss Marceline? Should we be calling her 'mistress' now?" Regan suddenly asked with a formal tease. The question, however, seemed to catch Zandrei completely off guard. He stopped his soft humming, his gaze turning inward as he stared out at the passing cars.

Culture is surprised when he sees him loose again and knew that was one very big mistake, Andrew attacks him and they starts rolling on the ground fighting, Jennifer attacks the other three and deals with them till her last breath and their combination could not be matched with anything else, they outshine culture and his pack. “You can kill me Andrew, you are our own, please let me leave” culture says to Andrew as he struggles to breath, blood oozing out of his mouth, his eyes swollen and chest filled with scratches from Andrews claws. “You shouldn’t have come all the way here culture, I was living a very peaceful life and that’s what you people hate about me, I can’t let you keep on doing

He appeared as though a sack loaded up with branches and tissue, or like a piece of meat that was starting to spoil. "I regurgitated! It's excessively nauseating!" "He's at this point not human!" "Resembling that, he wouldn't require cosmetics or embellishments to act with sickening apprehension motion pictures!" "There's something wrong with that! There aren't such nauseating and peculiar beasts with sickening apprehension motion pictures!" "Pick up the pace and kick the bucket! I can't resist the urge to upchuck! On the off chance that you don't kick the bucket, I won't observe any longer. I truly can't observe any longer!"

Even if Micheal had rushed after him to give him support as his Beta, Micheal was seriously wounded and his mate was now with him and tending to his wound. He changed back to his human form and took the shorts that the doctor handed to him and nodded his head in consent for her to get his wound treated. The wound on his chest was a deep gash from where a rogue wolf had clawed at him and he winced when the woman dabbed it with cotton wool to clean up the blood.

I head in her direction, fully aware of the ridiculous smile on my face as she traces me head to toe with her own eyes. 'Look all you want, sweetheart. I'm all yours.' I think to myself. I lengthen my strides to get to her quicker when she gets the most adorable, confused look on her face. Does she not smell me? Surely she knows I'm her mate. Maybe she didn't want a mate. I get closer to her and inhale deeper. Then stop in my tracks. She's human. "Ah, fuck!" I mutter.