Novel & Cerita He's A Cold Hearted Snake

He doesn't know what he is feeling or he actually knows but refuses to admit it. He clenched his fists in anger breathing hard, he felt like going there and dragging her away from him, but that would look unlikely to him as the cold hearted prince. As anger ran through his veins he admitted inside him that he hated what he was seeing right now. He hated it to his guts.

✓✓✓Simeon Mateo, Alejandro Moreno, Alfonso Martinez and Diego Aguado✓✓✓ "Hmmm interesting." She smirked. She checked their pictures and their history together. Her smile faded wgeh she saw everything. "There's no way." She said unable to believe the coincidence. The files fell from her hands as she saw the group they belong to. THE BLUE DRAGONS That's what they always called themselves. She held her head as pain filled her and all her painful memories came back to her. Leonardo Acosta is one of them? She remembers they're the ones she's saw that night.

he yelled. “Sorry, I didn’t know what I was going to do myself.” I explained. “Who gave you the fucking gun?” he ordered. I shrugged. “I don’t know, didn’t see who it was.” “It was me.” Snake admitted. “The sick cunt deserved it.” He said nonchalantly. “I’m fucking sick of watching the cunts being separated with their dicks, it’s happening too fucking often now.” Ink admitted, I didn’t know what he meant by that, something like this must have happened before.

The Snake’s Nest Adrian Knight The twenty-minute drive to the suburban Hayes estate was entirely different from our usual silent, awkward car rides. Benita didn't stare out the window at the rain, and she didn't check her watch in a panic. She sat perfectly rigid in the leather seat next to me, her fingers flying across her keyboard with a terrifying speed, her eyes reflecting the harsh blue light of financial ledger archives, historical bank statements, and credit card applications. She wasn't crying. She wasn't asking for comfort. She was hunting for blood.

Suddenly, the floor beneath us gave way. “Lionel!” Ryker shouted as we plummeted into darkness. We hit the ground hard, the impact knocking the air from my lungs. Groaning, I pushed myself up, my phone’s light illuminating our surroundings. The sight made my blood run cold. The pit was filled with snakes—writhing, hissing masses of them. Their scales glistened in the dim light, their eyes gleaming with predatory hunger. “Hell no,” Ryker muttered, his voice tight.

"Whatever this is, whatever we're caught in it's bigger than us. And it's dangerous. But I need you to know, I will never betray you. Not now. Not ever." The sincerity in her words hit him like a freight train. Adrian’s gut twisted, the fight in him fading slightly as something deep inside seemed to crack open. For a moment, he just looked at her, really looked at her, and saw the fear in her eyes, the vulnerability she was trying to hide. Then, as if in a blink, he turned away, the vulnerability quickly masked by his usual cold exterior. “I need to think,” he said, his voice gruff as he crossed the room to the bar. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid swishing inside the g

The charade must be maintained, was his unspoken message. But I had no patience for veiled words and deception. In two long strides I closed the distance between us and lifted him by the throat, cutting off all slippery lies. “You know full well who I am, worm. And you will tell me what you know of Heather, or I rip your head clear off this time.” Around us, humans screamed and fled the chaos. But my focus was only the snake grasped in my claws. Gray eyes spewing hatred met mine as he rasped, “You have...no claim on her...any longer. She will...be mine...”

My heart felt like it leaped in my chest when the sound of shattered glass was heard again; in the darkness, I got off the bed and put on my sleeping coat. "I will kill you if you touch her!" Nick's threat made me slow down my steps, my heart pounding hard as I opened the bedroom door. Nick stood with his back to me, his body tense, wearing only his pajama pants. But a strong killing aura emanated from his body, making the fine hairs on my body stand on end. He clenched his fists tightly, and my breath caught as I saw the shards of glass and fresh blood flowing from the palm of his hand.

Lucifer asked when he noticed Snake was not putting on his coat. It was when Lucifer asked that Snake realized he left the underworld without a coat. “I-I didn’t…” Snake couldn’t complete the statement because the consequences of not going out with the coat had already struck him. Snake started sneezing. When Lucifer noticed this he stopped scolding him. Snake was moved to Lucifer’s chamber and he was thrown into the warm water. So his body can be cool again. At this point Snake was already unconscious, Lucifer stayed with him throughout and when he was finally warm Lucifer brought him out of the water.

My heart thumps as I stare at nothing, and then, before my very eyes, I see him begin to materialise… Just like… the serpent. “You’re not the only one who’s special.” He hisses, sounding more snake-like than ever. His pupils aren’t the same either, now holding the serpentine-like slit of a reptile… “What is going on!?” Quade asks sharply, despite his calmness I know he’s confused. “What are you doing?” I ask the man before me, not letting any of my emotions show. He simply smiles, a smile full of pure hatred and contempt. This close, I can feel the darkness and it is the very same as the one that surrounded the serpent I killed. It now envelops him and my eyes flash as I ready myself.