He's A Cold Hearted Snake Novels & Stories

He will not bestow those upon me, but the dark and needy way in which he devours me heats my blood, weakens my knees, and sends pleasure cascading from my head to my toes. I am not exactly sure when I decided that I want him, that I care little about my ruination. I only know that I desire him. We are two lonely souls cast aside by pack Society. Surely we can find solace within each other. He draws back, and the ice that is usually in his eyes is gone, replaced by smoldering embers. The hazel is a richer hue, like melted chocolate. “I must have you, Eve”. He growls. Nodding, I lick my lips, taste his Scotch and him lingering there.

I said trying to be bold but his sudden laughter surprised me as I stood with mouth agape. "I advise you trade carefully because by the time I'm done with you, you won't know what hits you" he said before standing in front of me " I can make you disappear from this planet if I want so stay away from me" he whispered as I shuddered in fear. He immediately left the room without looking back as I almost collapsed. I've never seen such coldness from a human before and I felt like he actually killed me with his words. "I feel feverish" Chelsea said as she walked towards me.

Snake's Seraphim landed its delicate legs against the disabled mech's chest and bent its knees to mitigate its falling momentum. That left it open to the remaining heavy mech. The heat projector ignored the heavy knight that had been slagged into a molten statue, and ran back to avenge his comrade. With his Seraphim already running hot like an oven, even a glancing hit by the wide-area heat projectors could cause Snake to be boiled alive in his own mech. Acutely aware of the impending crisis, TheSeventhSnake acted in desperation. In a feat of exemplary control, the Seraphim spread its legs like a stripper and leveraged its grip on the embedded knives to spin around the unpowered mech's torso

They were hungry and needed to feed before dusk. "Please, let me go" The prey said to the predator who held her neck tight. “No” he answered. She knew it was too late for that as prince Ivar pulled the v necked of her hood. His curved fangs made a wet slick as they slide down his gums. Then he lowered his head opened his mouth wide and with a groan from deep in his gut, brought his fangs down. Pierced the pale skin and sank the sharp fangs deep into the girls throat.

"You're alone? And here I thought I would have to find you, but you came directly to me. Didn't you, Rose?" The room began to spin when he called me Rose. I was never getting out of this hellhole. I was going to die, and I'd been stupid enough to serve myself up on a platter to Snake. "Inside." Snake jerked the barrel of the gun, gesturing for me to enter the room. "Why do you hate me so much?" I sneered as I walked inside. Snake glanced down the empty hallway to make sure we were alone before closing the door and locking it. "I don't hate you, Rose. I just hate everything you stand for."

How could I forget he won me to make my life a living hell? He’ll do whatever he feels like to do with my body. He’ll burn me with his slow flaming torture for the rest of my life and he doesn’t care about my pain, the pain which gives him satisfying pleasure. He will be more pleased watching me break with every breath I take in pain. And there is no one for me to save me from his torture which he always calls it as his love. And what would you name it? Maybe, ‘His Heartless Love'. “Too late, Angel.” His voice was heavy with cruel determination as the leather crop sliced through the thick silence and licked across my flushed flesh.

"Everyone here sees what you are. The devil who sleeps with his own brother's fiancée. The bastard who couldn't stand that our father loved me more." The crowd suddenly went quiet. And goodness did I wish I could just disappear, sink into the floor, to wake up and find out this was all a nightmare and my life was yet to come so close to turning to ashes. Dante took a step forward, and his expression shifted, the calm detachment hardening into a more colder expression. He raised his hand and patted his cheeks. "It appears that you have mistaken my dislike of causing harm as an inability to do so." Jace went quiet. His mouth opened, then closed, and for a moment he just stood there, his face p

Slumping against a boulder, I booted up the encrypted communicator to send out my final transmission. Then, I thought of so many people. I thought of the lonely streetlamp outside the orphanage, of the New Year when Nathan and I shared a single bowl of instant pasta, of him kneeling by my hospital bed and saying, "I only want you." I also thought of the view of his back as he carried Veronica out of the fire. In the end, I thought of my parents and of the words carved on their tombstone. "My body belongs to the nation, and my heart belongs to you."

"How are things going back home?" I had no idea how to explain what had happened. My mind spun in tangled knots. "I looked into everything that happened to you over the years," he said. "Do not worry. I am not going to let you be treated like this." He paused. When he spoke again, his voice had turned colder. "And your mother… I am not going to let this be the end of her story." In the past few weeks, I realized that despite everything between my parents, he did love my mother in his own flawed way, but betrayal was still betrayal.

He is a very dangerous and heartless man. "I sent her because I knew it was just the lady in the house at that time, so I knew Trisha would be fine. She knows every corner of Maverick's house, so.." "Really? How, so?" He looked at my face and I bowed my head. He chuckled and lit up a smoke. "Maverick and his sneaky little ways. He always comes out to talk about how decent he is, but he goes about fucking every lady he meets. Such a bastard"