Novel & Cerita Den Of Vipers

The dimly lit bar was a sanctuary for the weary and the wicked alike. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. Chase Almonte leaned against the polished mahogany counter, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He had always been a man of ambition, but lately, that ambition had twisted into something darker, fueled by a burning hatred for his niece, Desire.

"And pompous. The absolute last thing I need is to marry someone arrogant and narcissistic and controlling and pretentious and" "Sera." "Toxic. Unhinged. Dominant in the most insufferable possible way and" "Sera." He cuts off my rant with a laugh before it can reach full momentum. "Don't judge before you've met them. Dorian and his brothers are actually decent once you get past the exterior. For a group of murderous criminals." A casual shrug. "That is a genuine compliment, from me." Dorian Alessio Valenti. Heir to the Valenti Syndicate.

Jackson couldn't let Jessika stay here and get deeper into the pit of iniquity. Tonight was unlike any other night. Jackson could see the comfort women moving from the lower class to the VIP class. Jackson couldn't deny that the women in front of him were beautiful and seductive, but unfortunately, none of them could replace Jessika. For Jackson, only Jessika was beautiful, and no one else. It was time for the introduction of the VIP class women, where a woman by the name of Anya was introduced. A beautiful and quite seductive woman, Jackson didn't even blink when she appeared.

The moment the door closed, I plopped on the sofa, as if that exchange took all of my energy. Daphne's phone was still on the table, filled with chats that were still active. From where I sat, I could see the curses and pictures edited with ill-intent directed toward me. That was a group chat filled with my haters, and my daughter was the group admin. My heart was numb with sadness. I reached and grabbed for the phone, seeing the group announcement my daughter had just posted. "Today, we'll flood that old viper's tags!" Old viper—that was what they called me. Before I left the entertainment industry, I was well-known for my slightly upturned eyes, but my haters loved calling me a viper inste

It looked beautiful, deadly, like moonlight captured in glass. Viper didn't hesitate. He uncapped the canister, raised it, and, with a gulp, swallowed some of the glowing contents. "Bottoms up," he says as he slams down the remaining serum. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, Viper gasped, a sharp, choked sound. His eyes widened, fixing on Cane as if seeking an explanation for the immediate betrayal of his own body. A faint blue glow, reminiscent of the toxin, traces the veins in his neck and temples. His breathing hitched, becoming shallow and rapid. A bead of sweat, thick and cold, trickled down his temple.

She has no idea how everything turned out to be such a huge mess. What was worse, a part of her didn’t want to believe he was truly that evil. But all the signs were there. She felt like she was blind and now could see all the warning signs now. She probably saw them back then already and ignored it. She shouldn’t have. She wasn’t going to be swallowed whole by him once again. She knew to fight him, she was going to need Rosalie’s help. Volkan knew she was a skilled hacker and that she knew her way around a dagger. It was her preferred weapon of choice.

She looks offended but I don’t give a shit. “I don’t but I think Derek will.” This bitch. I don’t know what to say so Devin comes to my rescue. “Derek doesn’t have a problem with it. Turns out he can live with women just not ones like you.” I don’t know the story behind his reply but I love the way it makes her face twist into a frown ruining the pretty features of her face. She’s undoubtedly good looking but her character is quite vile. If she was in my world, it won’t be hard to guess what she is. Only witches behave like she is now. Evil witches.

There stands George, I na a well presses suit, walking towards me. I rub my eyes with the back of my hand vigorously, hoping to wake up from the midday nightmare but it's all in vain. “Darlene...” He acknowledges me. “Long time.” His voice which seems to have became deeper over the days make my stomach churn. Hatred swoops over my heart and I feel like crashing him with my bare hands. I stand up to meet him midway, hands clenched on the sides. I'm seething mad right now and I don't realise as I land a sounding thunderous slap on his cheek. That sends him reeling backwards and I take that advantage to kick his groin.

Her short nails clawing his wrist like a vicious tigress. "She is a wild cat. Help me, fucker." The shorter one snarled near her ear. Tears cascading down as if someone had switch on the button of her misery. The fat one came down hastily and attempted to grab her lower limbs when she kicked his jaw and the man stumbled back few steps and land straight on his butt.

Roman Velazquez stood alone in the dark Hall of Alphas. Although he was in the center, his attention focused on the images of the two alphas on either end: Garcia, the first and most long-lived alpha of their streak, and Antonio, the most recent, now-deceased, alpha of their streak of tigers.