G I Joe Renegades Snake Eyes Novels & Stories

Seeing Jaxon and Mia looking like they glue each other, Rey glared at Gavin who looked innocently at everyone. “Blacky is not wrong, he just wants to play. You know already, he likes women,” said Gavin which made all the men there snort in disapproval. “I told you to keep the snake in his cage, Gavin,” Gideon hissed. “Imagine if it was Kalista, she might give birth prematurely.” All the men there shuddered at the thought of Kalista with her big belly climbing a chair and running around the room being chased by Blacky. “Usually Blacky is very sweet,” Gavin defended against his snake which looked at the men around with its round eyes as its body squirmed about to come to its master.

I’m unable to scream again, so I pray the Snakes have heard me. ‘Scream like that again, and I’ll snap your neck!’ He hisses. His eyes are dark and have a murderous look in them. He has a tattoo near his eye of a spider. He must be a Spider Back. I tremble in fear, my cheek hurts, and my neck and throat hurt. ‘Zurielle!’ My name is called out. It’s the Snakes; they’re looking for me. They must have heard me scream and noticed the door of the Snake Pit still wide open.

he said. “ But no matter how you came about. You have been and will always be wanted. By me, Nixon, the Devils. Hell, even this asshole wants you so much he married you.” Casper said, pointing to Viper. Viper nods and says “ Yep, I did. And I don’t regret it for one second.” I smile at him even though I’m losing the fight with the tears. “ Pocket, I think it is safe to say the Renegades want you too.” Goof said. I wipe my eyes “ Thank you Goof. That is sweet of you to say.” “ Just speaking the truth.” Goof said.

I looked up, expecting Jane the new housemaid Hunter had hired two weeks ago but instead, I saw him. Hunter. Still in black slacks and a simple grey tee, his tattoos visible against his tan skin. His blueish-gray eyes locked onto me instantly. His jaw was tense, like he was bracing for something, but his mouth twitched at the corner — that crooked almost-smile he only gave me when he was hiding something. He was holding a small white box. “Good morning,” I said, sitting up slowly. “You’re up early.” “I never went to bed,” he replied, walking toward me. “Had something I needed to finish.”

This time, it didn’t sound like it was inside as it sounded so close to them, only for Georgia to realize it when her eyes laid beneath the door. “Kris!” She exclaimed and grabbed the guy out from the door and stayed away from it with their hands holding tightly. Renz just shot the door! To think that he could still freely do that without getting fazed by the snake… Wait, the first shot they heard a while ago… He must have killed it already! “What’s going on?” Kris asked but Georgia just shushed him in a second. “He’s coming out…” She muttered, low and nervous. She gripped her hand tightly on the knife’s handle, while the other gripped tightly on Kris’ hand. The moment she said that, consecu

Reading it would mean wanting it. One by one, Johnny introduced the rest of the squad. “That’s Ryder—computer prodigy, though he spends more time on illegal bets than hacking.” “Cole—our bomb guy. Don’t give him liquor, unless you want half the base blown up.” “Those two are Nina and Marco. Don’t let the cuddling fool you—they’ll gut a wolf before breakfast.” “Gideon—brooding type. Don’t expect small talk.” “Then there’s Old Man Harris. Lost his wife and kids to rogues. Been chasing a deathwish ever since, but the bastard won’t die.”

Ransom threatens in a deadpan tone. I look down at the phone to see him with his missing eye covered by a patch covered in glittering rhinestones. “Ah, purdy eye. How I’ve missed you. I keep your eye on me wherever I go. It’s my most prized possession, just like Pixie will be. I’m going to have fun breaking this Viper I found." I pan the phone to my man carrying her unconscious body away and then back to me. "She reminds me a lot of a certain former leader of Les Mangemorts. I believe they called him the Cajun Gator King.”

Penelope let out a huge breath, and gazed at her room for one last time before walking out with Eloise. Both Penny and Eloise walked into the sitting room, her eyes fell on the Silver-haired man who was standing and backing her. If only, she had not met him the other evening. As if he could feel her presence, he turned around to face her. His somehow silver eyes were calm and held an expression that no one could understand. She felt like prey and that was a feeling that was driving her crazy.

Jaguar. We were lying on our stomachs at the top of a hill. Wrench was looking through a pair of binoculars at the small shack down in the valley below us, less than a football field away. Five minutes ago, we watched the arms dealer, Jimmy Jay, plus his assistant pull up in a truck and carry in a few crates. We waited and watched, tension mounting in the group. “Fucking Snakes,” Thade said. “Late as always.”

* * * Meanwhile, back at the Street Hawks' lair, Jo was having a similar conversation with Andrea. “What happened, girl?” Andrea asked. “A lot. The bust went FUBAR right from the start. First of all, do you remember that idiot that told me to get out of my chair while we were at Jacob's?” “Yeah. Green eyes.” “What?” “His eyes are the cutest shade of green. Sia and I call him Green eyes.” Andrea chuckled. “I'm sorry I asked.” Jo lamented before continuing, “He was there, with his gang.” “The fuck was he doing there?”