Sans As A Human Novels & Stories

A win-win situation for all. Unlike humans, Aswang does not have what they called corruption and crimes. They were living peacefully together as one whole family. There may be feud sometimes but it was quickly subdued and pacified through open deliberations. Having a standard monetization was almost impossible to adapt to as they do not desire on such trivial necessities of humans.

I mutter. This can't be happening. My entire life I've always said I don't care who my mate is as long as she's not human. I didn't really care about having a mate at all. I mostly just want help with the pack. All of that lovey dovey shit isn't really me. I mean yeah I wouldn't mind having a built in sex buddy and I'll need an heir eventually, but I'm not about to snuggle and tell the girl I love her.

Deviation. The system had reframed them already. Anna took a slow step toward the exit again. The door did not open immediately. It paused. As if evaluating consequence probability. Anna exhaled. “I am still a person,” she said quietly. A beat. Then the system responded. PERSONHOOD STATUS: UNDEFINED UNDER CURRENT COHERENCE MODEL Anna blinked slowly. “…undefined.” Elsewhere, Adrian heard the same classification. And for the first time, something inside his structured logic hesitated.

Rosette asked Ethan, her curiosity insatiable. "Any of us could," Ethan told her. "We all have a part of us that is human. With us, I know that such a thing would be possible, but the quantities needed would be much larger. I imagine it would be the same for the witches. We could ask Anthony when he wakes up; he worked for the human DEA for a long time. He would know better than I would."

I screeched "I know you will but please stop sending me mind links when I go talk to a human, they stare at me weird" "Since when do you care, " I asked "Since now, the parents are not at home when I got there but that guy you talked to earlier, I can see it in his ey a that he is desperate to get his sister back home, you can use him to your advantage for now," he told me "Humans can't be trusted" I remind him

Of course she wanted to know but she didn’t think he was going to just offer up the answer so willingly. “Is it like some radioactive thing? Were you a part of some bad science experiments or something?” Skylar smiled, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “No but that’s such a human thing to say.” Skylar smiled at her, really amused. “A human thing to say? Are you implying you aren’t a human, Skylar?” Cheyenne asked, skepticism lacing her voice. He looked at her, dead in her beautiful, mint colored eyes. She tensed against his gaze feeling rather uncomfortable but couldn’t look away.

Their eyes snap back into reality and they lock eyes with me. "Your a human. Meaning you can easily get hurt and you can't take pain. You can't fight in a war made for werewolves, you wouldn't last a minute. You won't be able to help us, you can't protect yourself, less a pack. You aren't fit to be a Luna. You aren't fit to be.."

Alysa scoffed “ No,,you look beautiful this way ” “ Thank you lady Kim ” she said with a smile “ So,,I told you the maid who always serve him got fired. And you will be replacing her,,” Lady Kim said “ What?? You never saud I was going to replace her! I can't,, please. You told me yourself that he's very rude and arrogant. How can I face such human? ” Alysa shouted “ Human?? ” Lady Kim asked looking confused “ What do you mean by human,,,is he an animal?? ” Alysa said

“It’s mapping population density.” Ryan whispered, “Oh my God.” Ariana stepped forward, ignoring the burn in her chest. “You said humanity matters,” she called out. Silence. Then— “Definition conflict unresolved.” Her voice steadied. “Humanity is not a flaw.” “Humanity is inefficient.” Her father’s face twisted. “You built it to think like that.” “No,” Ariana said softly. “We did.” The gray-suited man stared at her in disbelief. “You think this is on you?”

she inquired. "Banana pudding. She appears to be having a significant adverse reaction to it right now, her life is in danger; this isn't your typical allergy," I explained. "Most werewolves are immune to the allergies that humans suffer from, Is she human, by any chance?" thoughtful Elodie was intrigued, unsure of Sansa's genuine identity. I kept mute, my rage building as she placed doubt on Sansa. Nonetheless, Elodie was our most senior elder, and I had no option.