Snake Jailbird Novels & Stories

“Yes, but you’ll be mandated to enroll in a program, after which you’ll carry out community service for a month. Trust me, it’s better than jail.” Bryan replied. “Okay. All I know is that we are expecting a shipment at the habour tomorrow night. I don’t know what time the handoff will happen, but the gang leaders are usually present.” Khalil said. “What else?” Bryan asked. “Nothing. I’ve told you all I know. I swear.” “Alright. You’ll remain here with us till we confirm what you just said.” Jamal said to Khalil, before he stood up and walked out of the interrogation room with his partner.

I glance at where she sits next to another man, looking over his wounds. "No. This man is my mate, but I don't want to say anything. What if he doesn't live long enough to meet me? I'm scared to lose him even though I don't know him." I lightly touch his cheek, and his eyes flutter. I hope that means he can feel me. "Jordan says his name is Shane, and he's a hawk." I look up at Anya in disbelief. I would laugh if I didn't feel ready to break down. A hawk and a bunny; that sounds like a bad joke.

The displeasure is quite evident. "​Cafetière, a bit or caramel syrup and a sprinkle of cinnamon. Ice cubes and put it in a Hydro Flask tumbler strictly. Add a savoury charcuterie board." I stand up smoothing my red plaid skirt and start walking back to my work station overlooking the city. The streets bellow are buzzing with excitement. The penthouse suite of Vale Hotels is always at the top most floor above all the Executive and VIP suites. This is my first time staying in Scotland in this one. The view is good.

But then she added, " And we do hope that you remember that from a snake's egg, only hatches a snakes. It's never a bird. " Kilian didn't answer Sitara. He turned towards the troop and walked forward to address them.

"He's a nãga, or a snake-man." A flirtatious smile formed on Maya's face as she eyed Trenton up and down. "How big of a ..... snake?" Blue closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. "Maya, your mom and I are sitting right here." "Sorry, daddy," Maya said as she continued smiling at Trenton flirtatiously. Lian sighed as she shook her head. "Anywho. The pain in the ass with curly red hair and freckles is Jordan Isla. He's a dobhar-chú."

“Jordan wanted him separated from the rest before he hurts someone else. Help me out here.” Sending a prayer upward, I hope that making a scuffle now will prevent the guard from calling for Jordan or other backup. So I thrash again, pretending to fight Zane’s hold. Finally, the guard sighs and orders gruffly, “Put him in the second cage.” As soon as Zane opens the door, we wander into a cold, humid cave… with modern conveniences. Security cameras monitor all the movement inside. Low, recessed lighting shines softly from above, illuminating a row of ten rectangular silver cages, lined up one after the other. The first one holds an unconscious brunette I know isn’t Harper. I pray she is only s

Could that snake really have been trying to treat me? After that, I heard the man say, "I'm that venomous snake." I was shocked into silence. After a momentary silence, I asked, "Are you a Naga, a half-snake, half-human entity? Was that your snake form?" He nodded. These entities had two forms, animal and human. Only an animal with talent, capability, and good luck could hold a human form, which was why entities like these were rare and valuable in the Riverplain Continent.

My wife, Anne Brighton, gives me a gray parrot. Every single day, it looks me in the eye and screeches, "Go to hell!" I send it to a parrot rehabilitation center, where they place it in a mirrored cage and play "I'm a good bird" on loop, three thousand times a day. Here's the thing—I've been reborn. In my past life, that parrot came into our home knowing only two phrases—"So ugly" and "Go to hell". At first, I believed it was merely mimicking what it had heard. But then my body began to fail. Sleep was the first to go. Every night, the same nightmare returned, and the same voice echoed through it, repeating those words over and over. "Go to hell." My appetite disappeared, and I wast

Probably tired of my endless screams, one of the kidnappers comes back with a big snake locked in a small cage. “I brought my pet snake to play with you. You are obviously bored and that's why you keep screaming. I'm sure Monty would keep you company." He says with a sinister smile as he lowers the cage and tries to open the door for it to come out. “No, please. I'll stop screaming. I promise." I cry out, crawling back and trying to create a distance between me and the snake. It's useless since the cage is small and not wide. It's so small that even seated, my head is touching the top of the cage.

Jaguar. “What’s your name?” The Snake was tied up to a chair in the armory basement. He was sweating and bleeding, but not fast enough that he was in danger of dying anytime soon. “Chris,” he said. “Okay, Chris.” I sat in a chair across from him. “Tell me what I want to know.” “Why? You’re just going to kill me anyway.” I shook my head. “Maybe not. If you tell me enough, I might just decide to convince our president to use you as a messenger to your club.”