He's A Cold Hearted Snake Mga Nobela at Kwento

“It’s a sentinel.” My blood ran cold. “What’s a sentinel?” I asked, already knowing I didn’t want the answer. Tyler’s knife trembled in his hand. “It’s the Council’s executioner.” The creature’s head snapped toward me. And then it lunged.

A cold ripple rose first—Solven shifting lightly in response. Then heat flashed behind my sternum—Ateron reacting faster. My breath hitched sharply. “Something’s moving—” Grayson stepped forward immediately. “Ashen, breathe.” Hamish stayed focused. “Identify which presence reacted first.” “Ateron,” I said through clenched teeth. “He’s too fast.” “Anchor to the cold,” Hamish instructed. “Do not fight the heat. Stabilize with the cold.” I reached inward toward the colder pressure, pulling it forward mentally. It was like grasping a weight underwater—heavy but predictable. Solven’s presence settled slightly, still a force, but one I could lean toward.

He was a menace, picking on the younger kids whenever he pleased. He even slammed a bowl of food into a young girl's face at one point, yelling, "You'd better back off, you filthy beggars! You see, my father is the CEO of Gardner Group! He's coming for me any day now, and when he does, I'm going to make him tear this pathetic place to the ground!" He was incredibly arrogant, and the children in the orphanage both feared and hated him. He, however, was slapped hard across the face by the caregiver in the next second.

he said. I studied his face. The lines near his eyes that hadn’t been there when we met. The way he pulled his shoulders back like posture could restore control. “The Valentine Group was never yours.” Every part of him went rigid. His chest stopped mid-breath. “You’re lying.” I took another sip. Let the cold spread through my chest. “It wasn’t built on your blood. It never was. You just happened to manage it.” I stepped closer. Not too close. Close enough that the heat between us was unbearable. Close enough that my body remembered his. Close enough to make him remember, too.

Axel glared up at Jubril, who was wearing a sheepish grin. "How nice to see you, brother." Axel scowled. "It's funny how your English appears to be flawless when you're mocking me." Jubril suppressed a laugh. "I just want to see if bullets enter here?" "No." Axel deadpanned. "I'm crawling on my stomach because I suddenly decided to identify as a snake." Claire snickered and Axel glowered at her. She straightened her face immediately and returned to examining the hard wood in front of her. Jubril got down on all fours and entered the room.

Now, it was my turn to laugh. "How….who…you….." He stuttered as he fell to the ground, vomiting more blood. His grip on Danielle loosened and I caught her before she fell to the ground. Before taking out my claw from him, I used my ability on him and iced up his heart. I watched in utmost satisfaction as his entire body went cold before taking my claw out of his chest, ripping out his heart in the process. I made sure to confirm his death before walking away. When I did, I took Danielle to the pit.

I asked, and she took a deep breath. "The arrow was poisoned with the venom of a snake," she said, and I sighed. "What kind of snake?" My beta asked impatiently. It was obvious he was ready to send men out to go get the snake. "Not just an ordinary snake. It can't be found in the bush or forest. Rather..." she paused and hesitated for a moment before she continued. "It's with the vampires, especially the Snow Clan. They kept the snake captive in their kingdom because of the uniqueness of the snake, the poison was gotten from that snake, and the antidote is in her eggs. Her egg doesn't form into babies; rather, they just remain eggs, and her eggs are the antidote. All we have to do is break a

Steven was watching the house from afar, he was really angry, even snake could not calm his rage. "I must make her pay, she will pay, even the baby in her womb will not be spared". He spoke out in anger. "But don't you think you might end up jlkilling yourself if you don't calm down? Snake asked him, still in the qiest to calm him down, as his blood was obviously boiling from the roof top, where they stood, watching Dave and his friend converse.

His hate for me was so poisonous that it was burning me from inside and I felt the same pain, the gut-wrenching unexplainable pain that I felt when mom died. "And how do you proposed to do that?" I asked silently. "Curious, aren't you?" He laughed. "Well let's see, you snatched away from me the people who meant the world to me. How about I do the same and snatch those away who mean the world to you? How does that sound?" I froze as those words left his mouth. Take those away who mean the world to me. Who does he mean by that? Dad? I shook my head. No, whatever happens, he will never hurt dad or Mrs. Smith. But then who?