He's A Cold Hearted Snake Novels & Stories

I wanted to get out of here. "You think; you know me well?" He finally paid attention to me. The snake kept crawling over his shoulders and around. I couldn’t keep track of him and the snake at the same time. I was distracted. "Do you know this buddy over here is not just a snake? It’s my pet, Mr. Venom. People hate him, and you despise him, but why? It’s not his fault that he is made this way. He can still be very friendly when cut off from his venom. But there is still a difference between us and him. Even with our venom off, we find ways to destroy others’ lives. We never stop spreading poison around. For me, he is better than humans." His words were deep, and his soul filled with darknes

He touched my breast and opened my heart, showing me my future. We are imprisoned together in the foulest cage in Gehenna. He is bound by intestines, but unlike Loki, they are his own, and the snake is inside him. He sheds his scales madly, tearing at his flesh, trying to get the rot out of him. The cage’s ceiling is lower than a child. I lie in his coils, uselessly trying to soothe him. He whimpers one moment and rages the next, pleading with me: “Eve. Eve. Where is my heart? Can you see the stains on my soul? Love me, Shana, redeem me.”

Note: If u are seeing this then your survival chances has halved, don’t lose heart. LUCIFER: AWWW, Shucks.. MAX: That's why I hate Snakes…especially ones that are metallic…..

Elias said coldly, his eyes full of passion on the snake gave me chills. When I passed him, the snake suddenly reached out, sticking out its long tongue, scaring me so much that my soul flew away. Luckily, I wasn't so frustrated that I screamed. But from one angle, I realized that Elias' and his snake's eyes were very similar, cold, and emotionless. It's also true for a cold-blooded person like him; keeping a cold-blooded pet is more appropriate. The room Elias arranged for me was perfect; I looked around, and everything was decorated elegantly, but I don't like dark colors like this. It feels both cold and gloomy. However, it suits Elias' personality; everything in this house is as bleak as

“Okay, you are right. But Snake, don’t fail me this time. If we don’t put an end to Luka soon, it will make my plans to take over much more difficult. I have worked too hard, for too long to fail now.” “Don’t worry, I will destroy him if it is the last thing I do.” I have never met Snake, but I have heard of him. He was indeed a rogue mercenary, but very few have ever lived to talk about him. He was the kind of guy that parents would tell their children about, to scare them to be good.

Gabriel as if did not see the despair in the snake eyes, turned his back and resume on walking down to the road where it leads where his apartment was. The snake: … Now it knows why the fellow monsters he has held such extreme hatred towards humans. They. Were. So. Cruel. So cruel and cold hearted!

“You have to let go. This time, completely.” He shook his head, stepping closer, desperate. “No. I can’t lose you again. I can’t.” She smiled — a soft, human smile that shattered him. “You won’t lose me. You’ll just stop chasing me.” He felt tears spill down his face. “It’s not the same.” “No,” she said. “But it’s the only way you’ll ever wake up.” The hum grew louder, the golden horizon pulsing like a heartbeat. He could feel the Core inside him now — every memory, every regret, every desperate attempt at rewriting fate — all woven together into something enormous and ancient.

How can she be standing there looking like a short Pikachu punching happily on the cherries while he is up here battling for his life, instead of her helping him? This snake was already crawling up his back and the cold man was trying not to move or let out the whimper threatening to roll off his tongue. He didn't want Lena to know that a whole Denzel Brenton was scared of snakes. Hot beads of sweat covered his face as the snake was now up his neck. He held his breath immediately as it got to his face, his eyes shut close. The snake suddenly stopped and Denzel could feel his heart stop beating for some seconds.

"Can I kiss you?" How can such a gentleman be the same ruthless and cold-hearted billionaire that I used to hear about? How is that possible? I nodded my head and he slowly kissed my lips. His mouth taste like mint. The kiss started slowly and soon he was moving me away from the sink. He grabbed my ass and I quickly wrap my legs around his torso. He is so strong even as a 39 years old man. He suck on my lower lip and then my tongue, his hand squeezing my ass.

he snapped, shoving me. Adele gasped, blinking like she had just woken up. I stepped forward and drove my fist into his face. His head snapped back. "Keep your hands off of what is mine," I said, my voice low. He laughed, wiping blood from his lip as he stood again. "What is yours? She is not marked. That means she is not yours." Before I could move, he pulled Adele back against him. She stumbled, still dizzy. He spun her so her back pressed to his chest and leaned down, placing his mouth near the spot where my mark should have been.