He's A Cold Hearted Snake Novels & Stories

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.

Finding them wasn't easy but she did at last. She knows it's them because they all have a dragon head tattoo on their arms. And there's only one way to find out. Her charms. "You all are going to pay for what you did to me. I'm not going to spare anyone this time. It's time for my revenge and that's what I'm going to do!." She yelled at no one. She took her phone and called Damien. "Yes Eva." His voice came up almost immediately. "Tell me where did you get this information from?." She asked.

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

"You didn't have to throw your life away, old friend!" He took a viper from a battle. After one last loving look, he chucked into the air and cast his spell. The viper's body expanded and erupted into a blood mist of green. From within, a blood-red silhouette of a snake emerged. Black smog circled around it like phantoms and specters. "T-That's the Curse of a Million Snakes!"

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.

I slapped him “Don’t play with me, Dave.” He said “Drake”I asked what? He responded “My name is Drake. You know.. like a boy duck? It used to be the old man’s favorite joke.” Well, Fuck. I had the D part right, at least. Snake slammed the photos down on the table.. one by one.. saying “Take a good look.. This.. and Here.. See this one? Or how about here. This is our Queen. This is what your father did to her. He blew her body to bits! Called her collateral damage. How about you start talking.. before your body looks like hers did!”