Novel & Cerita Den Of Vipers

Viper holds his hand up to high-five me. ‘Welcome to the club, Zurielle. I’ll introduce you to some of my snakes here. This is Tiger, and over there is Boomslang. Next to him is Adder, over here is Cobra, and also, Taipan,’ he says, introducing me to his friends. ‘Nice to meet you all,’ I say, smiling. ‘Out of curiosity, are all members named after snakes?’ I ask, and Viper chuckles. ‘Mostly,’ he answers, smirking. ‘When do we get the pleasure of seeing you again?’ He asks.

I shoved my hands into my jacket pockets and took a long walk down to Viper’s Den the kind of place that always smelled like gasoline, cheap perfume, and bad choices. ‎ ‎It wouldn't particularly call it a “den” just a rusted out warehouse tucked behind a row of auto shops and half-burnt motels. But to single person who knew Viper, it was more of a kingdom than just half-burnt motels and auto shops. It was his kind of place. ‎ ‎The air was thick when I pushed the metal door open cigarette smoke, sweat, and that low thrum of music that always played somewhere in the background.

she asked just to be sure. “Yes I’m sure mum”. VVVVV Inside the safety of his room, he locked his door and peeled of his wet clothes tossing them in the hamper. He walked into the bathroom. He closed it also and turned his back to the mirror and took a picture. The cobra, a huge contrast to his white skin. Ink black all curled up and baring his fangs. He had always been fascinated with snakes and not just snakes. Any animal that was poisonous. Always wanted to know how their toxins worked on predator and prey. Others found it weird, but his father was proud of his curiosity.