Robinson Snake Story Novels & Stories

A new fire. New faces. Same aching need to believe this place isn’t a lie. Isabella sits beside me. Closer than usual. I don’t comment. Because maybe comfort is the one thing you shouldn’t scare off by naming it. Corrin tells a story about a rabbit who tried to learn fencing and accidentally declared war on a snake cult. It makes no sense.

"It's like the night I knew about Mark, I dreamt of a black snake flying from the sky into my arms. I wasn't afraid, and I even held it to look at it." "Ah..." Robin was stunned. He had to admit, this kind of dream did seem to have some implications. "Sir, I occasionally hear the pregnant mothers in the company chatting. When they're pregnant, they often dream of snakes if they're carrying a boy, and they dream of white or cyan snakes if they're carrying a girl. Many dream of flowers, also for girls." This was actually true. Many pregnant female employees in the company would discuss this. When he went to the pantry for tea, he would occasionally hear them, and he always found it quite amazi

Ruby was shocked at the turn of events. The snake which had its head raised in an attack stance dropped it when Lolita touched it. It was as if it heard her command to go back to sleep. Before she could drift off to dreamland once again, Lolita said weakly "not venomous, Ruby!" Ruby grew up in the countryside where life was only about simple everyday activities. With both parents being farmers, she knew exactly what a venomous snake is, as she has had her fair share of encounters with them many times.

Only then would Rosie panic, rush him to the hospital—while chewing out Phoebe at the same time. Too bad for Peter, that just made Phoebe hate him more. And the worse she treated him, the more he seethed. In his past life, he'd never known humiliation like this. Now? His second life was a full-blown nightmare, and Rosie's whole family was on his hit list. The second he was old enough, he struck back. What a show—two snakes from the same pit sinking their fangs into each other. I watched him suffer for a bit before lazily stepping in to "stop" Phoebe.

He looks at me now, blue eyes glistening with memories. "But that the only difference was they had a father who loved them, and we don't. And that we never will, and she hated us, she hated how we took her true love from her. That we.....we were just as stubborn and stupid as Hansel and Gretel were. And if we tried anything stupid, she would threaten to abandon us in the woods as well. Then she would hit us and send us to bed." Oh, my God. I don't know what to say and I just stare at Mr. Robinson speechless, wondering how he survived such a traumatic experience.

Little Black Snake just giggled, then stopped giggling right away: "Boss, what if I die after tasting this? It's fine if I lose my snake life, but I still have to take the civil service exam! I can't die for nothing!" Amelia just grabbed the snake's head with one hand and pushed it into the water: "You're immune to all poisons, what are you scared of!" Little Black Snake gurgled in the water, then after a few seconds lifted its head up: "Does it feel right?" Little Black Snake shook its head: "This smells even stronger than the water at the farmer's market!"

“I’ll do anything.” The corner of his lips twitched as if he was fighting to not smile. Then, after a few seconds of contemplating, his eyes sharp as if he finally made up his mind, he spoke, “You're looking for more than just getting pregnant, right?” “Right,” I responded, my lips in a firm line. He leaned back in his chair. “Fine. There's this creature, a snake from old stories, called the Shadowscale Serpent. It could have been just a myth if not for the testimonies of the people who encountered it. Legend says the tears of the serpent have magical properties.”

“I’ve lived in this house for thirty-one years! I know every animal that comes through that garden. Foxes in winter. Hedgehogs under the shed. That fat pigeon your mother insists on feeding even though it’s destroyed every tomato plant I’ve ever grown.” I leaned back in the chair and pressed the phone harder against my ear. “I have never,” he continued firmly, “seen a snake on that path. Not once. Not in thirty-one years. And this wasn’t some grass snake that wandered in from the field. This thing was small, bright markings, sitting right in the middle of the step like somebody set it down with both hands.” “What kind was it?” “I took a photo before I dealt with it.” He paused. “Sent it to R

The gray trunk was the one she called for when she planned to have Retribution seen while she was about the countryside doing whatever she had taken a notion to do. At the merchant’s house, only the absence of laughter and mirth seemed to be amiss, but in the presence of everything that had happened to the family within the past couple years who would blame them for being solemn? On the grounds, Sylvia’s quick action was the only thing that stopped the man’s youngest son from meeting his end from a snake that had somehow found its way into the stall of the boy’s horse while he was riding. Recognizing the snake as one of Venom’s favorites for its aggression, Sylvia vaguely wondered if Venom h

The girl I put through ten years of school stood up at her own graduation and thanked me in front of everyone. A second later, three translucent lines appeared in front of my eyes. [She will steal the Prescott family's trade secrets, start her own company, and turn on you.] [She will publish an essay and put the internet on your family. Your wife will die of a heart attack.] [Prescott Logistics will fold. The estate will go to auction. You will die in front of the men you owe.] I stared at her. "Vanessa. Have you spent all these years filing away everything we did for you as a reason to hate us?" She blinked at me, wide-eyed and innocent. That was when I understood. The snake was al