The Laws Of Human Nature Audiobook の小説・ストーリー

Will there be another book? Well for all my '1' people, thank you lol. And for my two people, there is actually!? This bonus chapter titled- Bonus Chapter- Zoey, is sort of a pilot for the spin off for The Human and my second werewolf book, Alpha Ace and his Undercover Mate ⬇️ 'Her Missing Pieces, The Alpha's Treasure' Please see my profile for the book. And as you may have guessed, it is Zoey's story.

I don’t either. Humans are selfish dripped in needs and greed and they are willing to achieve while breaking the rules that made themselves. On the other hand nature never does anything like that. Nature never does cruel things to anyone as it’s always humans who does that. They inflict nature with toxicity as they are filled with it. They want to ruin everything believing that they own every piece of this land but it’s a lie they live in. This world doesn’t belong to them as the nature was already present here. It has its existence way before us. It own this world and every stone in it but we human beings are just like Israel who has conquered the homeland of Palestinian and now they just w

They became rigid, cold and sharp. “Seeing you feel so proud after killing, there’s really a reason why people called you beasts.” “People? Human?” He mumbled before he glanced at me. His face moldered in stony expression. “Why do I need to consider human’s thoughts about my laws?” Below his unmoving eyes was a grin. ‘That makes sense. Beast makes laws. And the laws is to kill whoever stop them. A sense of humanity isn’t needed.’ “For a brief moment, I thought werewolves are creatures that can co-exist with human. But I am wrong,” I said.

He clears his throat. "Mighty pack and mates, i stand before you today with so much joy to share with you today for you have find the greatest of the greatest, my son here, being your new Alpha with his mate besides him, we will now be stronger than ever and we will dominate the entire wolf existence in this world" he says as everyone else clapped nonstop, his speech is filled with a lot of pride and praises to himself not knowing one of their biggest downfall was walking lose in the streets.

Michael tapped at his chin and started looking at the books. “You're really not going to find one book that describes humans,” he muttered quietly so only Alissa could hear. Alissa placed the heavy world war book back. “It would be boring reading, but humans have something called-” Alissa could see he was thinking hard. “Soco- something, I think it's the study of humans.” “They study themselves?” Michael nodded, “They’re complex creatures. Hold on.” Michael left Alissa and she saw him go up to the man behind a desk. “Sorry, I was just having a discussion with my sister, and we can't agree what the study of humanity is, do you know?”

They have their own policy and sworn duty for being honest and obedient watchmen. But with or without his mask, I know who he is. Years have passed. . . Even though a lot has changed and is vague to peek at or repeat again, I know he will still be that way. Or maybe not either. Because as life shortens, the change would blaze. It is the law in which becomes a nature. Even in small feelings, something changes. And no one can break the law of that human nature.

Because a journey with meaning was better than a light with none. And the deep voice, the voice that had decreed the trials, the voice that had demanded sacrifice, the voice that had hidden in the dark and spoken with absolute authority—it was not a god. It was not a devil. It was the first voice. The original voice. The voice of the very first human who had died and, in dying, had created the law, had created the balance, had created the idea that there must be a price, a test, a sacrifice, because the alternative—the light, the raw, unmasked, unstoried light—was too much to bear.

Dad was still fighting it. He straightened his glasses with one hand and tried to fall back on his usual talk about survival of the fittest. "Officer, you don't understand." He knocked on the table. The handcuffs rattled, but his tone was still arrogant. "Human evolution requires selection. The elimination of the weak is a law of nature. What I've been doing is conducting an important sociological experiment. In academic circles, some degree of loss is considered acceptable."

By using her own beneficence to save others, she would surely feel more drained than ever. Landon knew all this. But seeing it happening to his beloved woman made his chest tight. He was heaven itself, yet there were still things even he couldn't control. A thousand years ago, when the virtuous factions refused to spare her life, he'd already learned how ugly human nature could get. If he could do it over, he'd never give those factions what he had. The problem was that he hadn't met her yet back then. Humans needed to understand the Divine Laws. They were important for both balance and order. But it was precisely balance and order that had hurt her.

“To survive it.” “That’s the same thing.” “No,” the woman replied calmly. “Control is temporary. Adaptation lasts.” Ophelia looked around the room again. At the data. At herself reflected everywhere. “You think people are systems.” “We know they are.” Her stomach twisted again. “You’re talking about human beings like equations.” “Human behavior is predictable under pressure,” the woman said. “Fear. Loyalty. Desire. Isolation. Every decision leaves a pattern.” “And you manipulate those patterns.”