She Venom Novels & Stories

I droned. Venom sighed. "I can't believe you hit her" I squeezed my eyes shut. "I know. I hate myself for it" The door opened and Shade walked in, a lollipop in her mouth. "You called me?" She said, her voice muffled. "I heard about what happened on the field. I recruited Ava. But, you maltreated her. It simply shows that you have no respect for me " Venom said, his eyes holding no emotion. "What was I supposed to do? She wouldn't stop bothering my mate!" She snapped.

I said. Christopher froze. His nostrils flared, his pupils shrinking to tiny black needles in the grey light. "You keep repeating that absolute nonsense." He stepped closer, his breath puffing into a white cloud between us. "But you are completely ignoring basic biology. She is bound by a high-tier elven hex. Even if her heart rallied for a single second, the venom is rooted in her veins. She would just sink right back into the dark." "I cut the roots," I whispered.

Outside her mind, as her body is laying dead for more than two days, the red Venom is running through her veins like blood. And she opens her eyes. Glowing green. .. To be continued

Because it just dawned on me that this is not my innocent Catalina. Maybe at one point, she was the woman I'd imagined her to be but not anymore. For someone to be so at ease with a dead body beneath them means this isn't their first, second, or even third time to kill. She's done it before. A part of her even enjoys doing it. This is who she is. She's the she-devil.

These were the times that had stoked her suffering and nourished her thirst for vengeance. She had portrayed the loyal wife, the unflappable CEO, and the respectable public figure for years. But treachery had grown like a cancer behind the flawless exterior. The covert looks, the subtle touches, and the whispered secrets had turned into her silent suffering. That pain would be turned into strength tonight. Aurora took a long, trembling breath and pressed "Send."

Xander It’s her eyes. Dark green, intense, and mesmerizing. They hold you captive without even trying. And to top it off, she’s fucking gorgeous. I’ve seen beautiful women—some even more stunning—but there’s something about her. Something captivating. Alluring. Seductive. Like a siren luring her next victim. Unfortunately for her, that victim won’t be me. I know better than to get involved in office romance, even if it’s with a sexy, green-eyed goddess. Besides, I have more pressing issues that need my utmost attention—like finding the people responsible for my parents’ tragedy… and getting rid of Yasmine.

Vincent had once told her he was the Viper, but he preferred to be called the Spider, because he thought Spiders were more cunning. Now she was going to be that he had failed to be, because the spider had been squashed and his head torn. She would now be the Viper. For the serpent’s way was to slither unseen, just like she had come to Vieuti without a single hint reaching him, not until the day she let him see her as she drove in the hospital park, to poison the well from within, just like she had done with her carefully chosen nurse, Jenny, and to strike, before watching the effects of its venom from a safe corner.

"You're pretty damn lucky! I set a venomous snake on you and even took your antivenom, but you still didn't die! "Why won't you just die? Die already! Die!"

she added and walked away. "Did you see how she talked? Her ego is still with her," Selena whispered in Tiffany's ear. "Barking dogs seldom bite. Look over there- at her husband. She is acting as if her husband has conquered this world. Bloody fool!" Tiffany scoffeed.

She then looked at the vomit on Dove’s suit and said with a frown, “You have twenty seconds to clean this up. It’s disgusting.” “I-I’ll clean it…” Dove could feel her neck turning stiff and with her life on the line, she dropped her arrogance. She crawled her way over to the sink and started to wash herself clean. Then, with every ounce of her strength, she crawled back to Venom with a flattering smile, “P-Please save me!” Venom furrowed her brows and pursed her lips. She casually put on her gloves and slapped Dove in the face. Slap! After the first hit, another followed swiftly. Each time a slap landed on Dove's face, she spat out a mouthful of black blood.