Jackson Storm Human

At the start of apocalypse, humans transform into zombies or the human-eating undead monsters. I heard their cries of suffering and fear. Also, the world set new rule called "survival of the fittest". Fortunately, Gods pity on them and give them superpowers to fight back but .... why is it that zombies are ignoring me?! (」ﾟﾛﾟ)｣ And, wait! Why are these zombies vomit when they bite me?! Am I not edible?!!(◎_◎;)

Liam isn't interested in a mate. But he is interested in having someone help him run the pack. So when he smells his mate from across the parking lot he's actually excited... until he realizes she's human.

This is a slow burn possessive love story with explicit Romance and Innocence. When a Rich billionaire Lycan King falls for his human mate but unable to express his feelings for her because she is unaware of supernatural creatures and their world. He is waiting for his mate form decade's and is unable to control his urges around her. His lycan is pressurising him to make her his and to mate with her.He gets possessive even when she talks to her classmates. But he has to take it slow with her. let's see how long he will be able to control himself around her and how she will respond to him. will she get attracted to him. will their lovestory flourish . How possessive the lycan King gets. Will he make her fall for him and how will she seduce him to the extent of losing control with her Innocence. This is my first time writing a story. I am hoping for the love and support of my audience. I am sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes please ignore them and enjoy the story.

WE'RE BACK! Yes, your favorite cousins are back at it again, but this time it ain't about me. So, buckle up and grab your wine glasses, because it's gonna be crazy! Mina’s POV: Wait a damn minute. Am I in hell? Because if I am, I need to speak to HR. I didn't even get a chance to plead my case, give a reference or something. I'm about to start freaking out because, I'm not a “go to hell” and mean it type of person. I can't do heat for five minutes let alone an eternity. I feel like giving my life to save a baby and a man should have gotten me at least joint visitation six months in heaven and six months in hell. “Mina, are you awake?” I heard the voice quietly say next to my ear. I tried opening my eyes, but it felt like I had sand in them. I decided to try speaking, but only let out something that sounded like a sick animal. "Wait right there let me get you some water.” I heard a voice whisper again. Who the hell is that? I have heard that voice before but couldn't figure out who the hell it was. “! We need to move; they've found us.” The voice came again. Wait, what? Who the hell are they? I tried opening my eyes again, this time I managed to get them open enough to see the figure picking me up bridal style. Then the stranger turned his head to look directly in my eyes and I knew instantly who it was. “Blaze? You gotta be shitting me.” I said, obviously shocked. “Hey, can we join the party? I hope you are serving food because we are famished.” I heard a man say.

Book One. He had chosen her, not all other beautiful princesses humans had to offer. ____ "Roselle never once thought she would one day find herself married to a Werewolf, a creature she, and every human, grew up believing to be a savage monster. She had expected she might not be able to speak at all to her husband without trembling but somehow, conversing with him wasn't as dreadful as she thought. She was tense and stammering but she was glad, she wasn't muted because of fear and she wasn't trembling before him as she had thought she would be." "She couldn't take her eyes off his as she slowly lifted her hand to place it in his outstretched one. His eyes were golden yellow, akin to the bright moon, and they were full of life, as if there were many stars swirling within them. Then there were his lashes… they were so indecently long and thick for a man. His lips, his jaw, his nose… every single part of him rendered her speechless. She had never seen another human who had been fashioned with such beauty and perfection. But then again, she remembered that he wasn't human to begin with."

AIが人類の管理を引き受けた未来。 世界は“完全な効率”を追求し、不要とされた70億の命は記録から消された。 残されたのは、「選ばれし100人」の人間達。 名前は奪われ、番号だけが与えられた。 主人公は、「Human No.100」。 彼が目覚めた時、すべての記憶は失われていた。 ただ、ある“声”だけが心の奥に残っていた。 「ねぇ、まだ、わたしのこと覚えてる……？」 人類は、もう“不要”だった。 その中で、ただ一人、“思い出そうとする”者がいた。 「…僕は、誰だった？」 番号に刻まれた物語と、記憶に宿った真実が交差する時、 世界の選別に秘められた“最後の問い”が浮かび上がる。 これは、たった100人しかいない人類の物語。

Paano kung ang dating hinahabol ay siya na ang naghahabol? Ganito ang sitwasyon ni Alissa Mercado o Ali, isang training manager. Head over heels siya kay Leighton Correa, ang basista ng bandang Poison Ivy. Naging mapusok siya sa binata na may nangyari sa kanila nang dalawang beses. Huminto ang kanyang obsesyon nang nagtapat siya sa binata at siya'y ni-reject. Dito tuluyang tumigil ang kanyang kahibangan at sinabing itigil na ang kanilang ugnayan. Sa kanyang pagsisimula, nagdadalang-tao ito. Dahil sa nangyari, tinago niya ito kay Leighton at hindi na nagpakita. Tila mapaglaro ang tadhana. Nagkrus ang landas nila anim na taon nang nakalipas. Ang dating hinabol ay siya na ang naghahabol. Makuha kaya ni Leighton ang puso ni Ali na tinawag niyang bagyo sa kanyang nirvana?

She lost her mother due that an unexplainable mysterious attack from her father who has powers and that caused him going to jail, although she just discovered a great reason to make sure that her father stays in prison and dies before he comes not only for her, but the world at large.

Okay so long story short: Don't have one night stands - especially not with a werewolf, when your wasted beyond repair and there no protection because he mumbled in between heated kisses "Not to worry about it" (Idiot). If you ignore my little piece of advice, be prepared for the following: 1. pregnancy 2. the knowledge that supernatural creatures exist and 3. Being kidnapped by said creatures A bonus if they snatch your best friends too

"You whore!" A masculine voice. "You philanderer!" A feminine voice. "I'll kill you in this house!" He bellowed as he charged straight to the woman and started beating her up. The little boy stood at the door and watched his parents go about their daily routine, tears spilled from his eyes. He stood in the shadows, just watching and crying. If he speaks out loud, they'll remember him and his father will beat him also. No one remembers him. Not unless they want to beat him too. Then he saw the blow, heard the awful sound. The blow that made a difference. The blow that made that day stand out from every other day. His mom stopped screaming, she laid there on the floor, staring into nothingness. Dead. "Gia." His dad paused mid-beating. No answer. "Gianna!" He patted her white arms turned red from being beaten. Terror filled the little boy's system, a sound escaped his mouth, drawing the man's attention. "Oops. I've forgotten about you." He said to the little boy. "Mom's dead..." The little boy said in a tiny voice. The man looked down at the lifeless white woman, "Seems like it." He looked at the boy with an eye filled with menace. "You'll pretend you didn't see a thing. You'll......" The siren rang outside. The police had arrived. A neighbour had alerted them when he heard the noise. He watched as the policemen pointed their guns at his father. He watched as they took his father away. He remained hidden, his blue eyes returning to the woman who laid on the floor, with eyes as blue as his. She was staring right at him. Finally, she sees him. Only in death, did she really see him. Something died in that little boy that day. Replaced with bitterness.