He's A Cold Hearted Snake Novels & Stories

Declan could tell at a glance that they all had weapons on them, but that couldn't intimidate someone like Declan. Declan laughed coldly, his voice cold and emotionless: "Those who do not know should not be kept. I'm just helping you get rid of useless people. Oh no, rather, their big brother didn't teach them properly when stepping on this path. Am I right Black Snake? If you admit it's your fault, I'll forgive them." Black Snake seemed very bitter; he gritted his teeth, his hands clenched into fists, and he threatened: "Dude, you should remember, you're in my territory. Don't cross the line. Don't turn our business into a bloody war."

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.”

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.

“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.

He looked at me dead in the eye and directed the lyrics towards me and they stung so bad ! Guilt, remorse, anger, sadness, etc had started to replace my previous excitement and it seemed as if my song choice had back fired at me when he compared his cold heart to winter and stated that it shall remain cold towards me just like winter would obstinately stay even in the month of August ! He mentioned that his heart could even work as a “Snowpiercer” in the freaking “winter” and that it shall remain so for a long running time. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The hilt was decorated with a wolf and some scale-like pattern, making it look like a fantasy vintage knife. "Beautiful, no? Imagine your blood dripping down the blade to the hilt, soaking into my fingers. Imagine the pain and glory when you feel the pain and the freedom of losing blood." His words were like a snake, wrapping around Matthias' ankles, slithering down his spine. Another snake wrapped around his neck, squeezing until he couldn't breathe. Matthias could hear his heart thrashing beneath his chest and his pulse thundering like crazy. His blood ran cold. This man was a psychopath.

The strong pressure made the whole bedroom freeze, as if falling into an ice cellar. About twenty minutes later, Mr.King stood up and walked towards the snake cave. The Hanley powder in the snake cave had been dyed red by blood and gradually became useless. The fainted snakes gradually woke up. They breathed out their tongues and looked fierce and cold. Mr.King stood on the snake cave in a black windbreaker. The wind was blowing, and the hem of his clothes was swaying non-stop. He looked fierce and bloodthirsty. He tightly locked his eyes on the viper in the snake cave, and his eyes were dark and gloomy. No one knew what he was thinking.

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

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?