Crocodile X Smoker Novels & Stories

Other than its eyes, Philip could not find any other weakness. The crocodile might grow into a terrifying existence if it was given enough time to evolve. The skin of the crocodile was not as tough after its death. Philip easily cut the skin and set up the grill. The taste of the roasted meat was quite good. Philip was pleasantly surprised by its crispy texture. Especially when the meat was slightly charred, it felt as if he was eating a crispy roast suckling pig. Rabbit cursed the crocodile while eating its meat in big mouthfuls, excited at being the final victor.

"Let's go say hello." They walked into the main square. The chatter died down instantly. A hundred pairs of eyes locked onto them. A hundred hands drifted towards holsters. "Jack Sterling," a voice rasped. A massive man stepped out from a stall selling dried lizards. He was at least seven feet tall, with skin like tanned leather and teeth filed into points. He held a machete the size of a surfboard. "The Crocodile," Finch whispered into the comms earpiece. "Infamous tracker from the Nile Delta. He eats his targets."

The alley smelled of smoke and wet stone, narrow walls pressing in like a cage. Valentina’s pulse thundered as the two men stepped closer. One dragged on his cigarette, the ember flaring bright, throwing shadows over the tattoo curling across his hand — Cruz’s mark. The other smiled slowly, wolfishly, blocking the only exit. “Valentina Moretti,” the smoker said, her name curling out with smoke. “Or should we say Valentina Cruz?” Her crimson smile wavered. “You’ve got the wrong girl.”

The tall, shaggy haired Coyote smiled at me as I lit my cigarettes, stepping out of his side exit, doing the same. He tilted his chin at Xav, who returned the gesture. I inhaled my smoke as Xav turned to me, a curious smirk on his face. Just wait. I smirked back. I leaned against the wall beside the door, grabbing Xavier's shirt and pulled him to my lips. He leaned down, his lips meeting mine to inhale the Lunaris smoke as I swept my tongue through his mouth. His eyes opened in surprise and I smiled. Don't kill him. I purred, pushing him back as the side door of the Andersons opened again, a man stepping out quickly to throw his guts ups beside Peter.

xyla asks with pure sarcasm, jason looks down to his dick feeling totally embarrassed he keeps it back into his pants and lets out a little cry of pain as he lets his dick down into his pants, jason looks away from xyla who seems to be smirking evilly, jason wished the ground could sweep him off, he had just gotten hard right in front of xyla how horny us his wolf?, "any spare?" xyla asks pointing at jason's cigarette, "you smoke?" jason asks a little surprised, "are you screwing me? there are lots of things you do not know about me jason searches his pocket but doesn't find an extra cigarette he points out the one with him towards xyla who collects it and immediately draws in it

She sighed and set to work adjusting her attire. "T-Thank you...by the way," she said turning her attention to Brick at last. "I mean...if you hadn't come along..." "Don't mention it," replied Brick smoothly. He suddenly began going through his pockets and pulled out a nearly empty pack of cigarettes in a white box with a picture of what looked to be a camel on it. He put one of the thin white sticks to his lips and flicked a silver cross-engraved liter, igniting the end of it before taking a drag from it and putting the liter away.

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I know that my face was full of shock as his smirk widened even more, like he is fucking enjoying this. “What?” I hissed. Crocodile meat? I thought it was a fucking steak?! It was a fucking steak! It must be! It tastes like steak! Is he fucking playing with me?! “A crocodile meat,” he said nonchalantly. “What do want to try next time? A… snake, perhaps?” He raised a brow. I was already catching my breath. This fucking asshole! Is he planning to kill me by making me eat those fucking disgusting food?! Or do you even consider those as food?!

I walk through the house and out to the front porch to smoke in peace. I light one up and as soon as I take the first drag, I hear someone walk out and say, “Smoking is bad for you, you know.” Of course it’s Cade. I snort and look up just as he’s pulling out a pack of cigarettes and say, “It’s just as bad for you as it is for me.” I turn around to lean my back against the railing and look over at him. He just nods and takes another drag. “So,” he says, “did you enjoy your little makeout session with Xander?”

For an ordinary hunter, this beast would be a trophy kill. Without startling the creature, Chase silently closed the distance, creeping toward its side. Then, with a sudden swing of his iron hammer, he struck the crocodile directly at the base of its neck. A muffled crack echoed as its spinal column shattered instantly. The giant crocodile twitched violently for a few seconds before its body stiffened, completely lifeless. "A pure-blooded beast like this… If I skin it and extract its tendons, the materials alone should fetch a few hundred silver coins."