Russia X America Countryhumans Novels & Stories

" Take the next flight to B city as soon as possible. " " No!... bro, I was wrong!" But Ivan didn't finish what he was saying as Leon hanged up on him. "....." Not B city! Lucia walked out of the chief surgeon's office with a heavy heart. Doctor Gabby said the RH negative blood type is very rare and is hard to come by. And in the whole of Medieval country, there are just two places you can get this type of blood.

Everyone knows fuckers full the states, especially New York. “Is Russia better than us?” I ask curtly but I bite my tongue for asking that question. Akim will not respond. However, he surprised me with his pieced English. “Russia’s basically filled with thugs and mobsters not fucked up civilians like that dude over there.” Wow… I think the relationship between us is gradually improving. I’m so stunned he responded to me. I smile but the profundity of it all makes the smile break into a large grin. “What’s funny?”

"And this ends peacefully. We take them. We integrate them. We bring them home." The President's response was immediate. "Never," he said. "Those children are the future of Russia. They are our greatest asset. And we will defend them with every resource we have." "Then you will have to fight us," Leo said. And the first real confrontation between integrated humans and a nation-state began. It was not violent. At first. Russian troops were positioned around the final facility. Integrated humans stood opposite them. No weapons. No violence. Just presence. Just love facing down military might.

I mocked. “Uh-huh! I bet she does. This is America, we have rules!” “Oh sure you do. Since when do Americans follow rules, your entire society is built of not following rules. It is the American way!” The driver scoffed. “And Russia is so much better, huh? You wake up and drink Whiskey!” “Whiskey?” I furrowed my eyebrows. “What am I? A fucking Pirate?” I retorted. “Well, Vodka or whatever it is you drink. Just let me do my job!”

If they found out who I was, then he wouldn’t need me any longer. Gavril didn’t bat an eye or even look at the photo. “I’m afraid you are mistaken. Now, my wife is tired, and it’s late.” “But—” the man started. Gavril raised a hand to interrupt him. “Allow me to remind you that this is not the United States. This is Russia. You enter my home in the dead of night and disturb our night with baseless accusations. You declare that my wife is an American woman when she is anything but. And if you think you can use this as an excuse to detain her or take her away from me, I will have no problem escalating a diplomatic incident between our two countries. Do I make myself clear?”

Why then must humans be made to pay for it, why must humans always be made scapegoats among werewolves? “Sure. There is little difference between rogues and humans. They all lack loyalty, and can never function in packs” Samantha pointed out, and when Emily made no response, she went on. “That is why humans can leave their countries and become citizens of another. Some are even citizens of more than two countries. So tell me, who do they support should a war break out between their countries?” she asked. “Hmm... I guess... uh...” Emily could not find the right response to her question.

It’s the thrill of danger, the reminder of exactly who I’m provoking. "Where did you learn it?" I ask quietly. "Learn what?" "To kill. To fight. To be..." I wave a hand at his sheer bulk, at the latent violence that hums around him like static electricity. "...this." "Russia," he says shortly. "That’s a big country. Narrow it down a bit." "A camp," he says. "In the Urals. It does not exist anymore." "A camp," I repeat. "Like summer camp, only with strangling and beating people to death, instead of swimming and archery? Murder camp?"

We wanted to have a Christmas together as a family. And then the surprise turned into a nightmare. The first thing my in-laws received after they went into the villa was not a hug. Instead, it was a basin of dirty water. Zack was standing at the porch, sizing us up with disgust. "Ms. Sampson's villa isn't home for the homeless. They're your parents, aren't they, Felix? Figures. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Ugh, I can still smell the mud on them."

Nala licks her dry lips and breathes deeply as she knows the scent is fading slowly. Nala pulls out her conversation when she finds out Raymond doesn't like it. "I was wondering, did you come indeed to look after me?" Raymond shifts his body to face Nala. Stare right into Nala's bead without blinking. "That's right, Nala. You have me. Although this is a consequence of Ray having half-human blood. But Ray's happy because it's Nala," he said. Ray groped his chest, then continued. "Here is a sign of ownership that already existed when Ray was born. Since Ray is half-human, Ray's owner can have Ray and do whatever he wants but Ray can't have one."

"They have you convinced there are few people left in the world. It's not true. We've had communications from Australia, the UK, and parts of Russia. The U.S. and Canada are not the only countries to survive. There's also a large population in Mexico." I'm stunned. Of all the things I've been told by King-how the hellhounds originated and how the Federation has tried to kill him numerous times, the Federation enticing the hellhounds to kill humans is by far the most outrageous. If this is true, my entire analytics job has been a lie beginning with the information they've fed me for years. It's too much.