Unscramble Mankind Novels & Stories

"Can you please stop the our quotes? I'm me I'm Laura and I'm a normal human I have nothing to do with your kind any kind different from mankind isn't my way" "Is that your excuse? You didn't have to hesitate or hastwn your steps when I called you a blood sucker if really you are mankind and I don't see a reason why you should keep on acting so odd no human goes around calling themselves human beings and mankind you act way too fishy and must I remind you if the fact that I'm one of the non mankjd I can tell a specie of mine apaet from mankind …" "Stop okay?," "Why mankind?"

, except a few intelligent ones like Alexander. Alexander was indifferent and rude to everyone including the rich. Infact, he bullied the rich too when he wanted, so he barely noticed that I was a human being. But one day we had PE class, this class was a combined elective class for both science and arts students. I was studying to become a medical doctor, so I was in science class. While Alexander was studying business, he was in art class. We had both picked PE as our elective subject, and as though that was not enough, our PE teacher, Mrs. Emma had decided to pair us up together to play badminton against the opposing team which also had two players.

Or were they morally reprehensible from the start, and George merely provided them the chance to show it? But then I considered how humankind functions in this environment fraught with uncertainty and unfairness. Mankind is capable of extreme wickedness as well as incredible kindness. The majority of individuals are cruel, egotistical, and arrogant. There are individuals from different walks of life around the globe. If you don't recognize that, you should travel more, read more, and change employment a few times. I'm not exactly cosmopolitan. Such individuals are continually trying to establish their worth, and they do it by demonstrating that others are not. Such folks never feel bad about

The man asked. "You are a man who has a strong taste for blood," Blackwheel looked riveted. "A man who derives joy in using women to do his underground work." "I am more than that," the man replied. "I am Man. Call me Man!" Alberto sounded smug. "You want us to call you the collective name assigned to every male specie of the human race?" "You heard me loud and clear. I am Man."

Sorry, sorry. "Hello, I'm Charlotte." I neared the man and forwarded my hand for a polite handshake, when he stood up, I took a step back and stared up at him. Damn he was huge. I stared up at him not daring to stare in his eyes. I'm that awkward person that instantly gets shy around new people and I hate it. I hate how my heart is beating so fast right now like I'm about to get a fucking heart attack, I also hate the fact that I'm sure my cheeks are pink. I have a pale skin and I hate it!