Snake Jailbird นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He planned to maximize each second to the fullest during these two months. The Thunderbolt Snake’s habitat was somewhere deep in the jungle. It preferred to live in dark, humid places, and eat other beasts as food. So, that was how Zephyr ended up in a dark jungle near The Boundless Academy. The dark jungle was so thick with trees that no light could penetrate the ground.

She said, teary-eyed. "What are you saying?" Athena frowned. "You always saved me from harm. If not for you, I would have been dead by now and Terrence would have married a witch instead of me. I'm lucky to have you." Ashley lowered her head, unable to accept Athena's praise because deep down, she become horrible in someone else's eyes. "I didn't know that a person similar to a PANDORA's BOX existed until now." Anton chimes in and Ashley hurriedly excused herself, as she received an unexpected call from an unknown number.

His head was completely bald and a snake tattoo ran from his chest to twist around his neck, up his temple and ended halfway along his skull. The snake has two heads. “I'm gonna get those back right?” I asked, motioning to my gear. “We'll see.” Snake tattoo replied, mimicking my earlier smile with his teeth wide open. We began the long walk to The Viper. The rookie walked in front, shoulders high obviously proud of this important role he got to play. Bald headed snake guy walked beside me and the last one brought up the rear, his gun trained on my spine. I tried to map out the turns we took but it quickly became clear they had been anticipating that so we kept taking a lot of unnecessary tur

He had the upper-hand, Quinn had been in his possession, and Zayd had been poisoned by one of the deadliest creatures to ever exist. He understood now that the poison could only last for three minutes if it was inflicted by a spell and not originally by the caster…but he doubted it’d been three minutes and Zayd; that…that f*cking donkey still had enough strength to get up and fight. Jake slammed his hand against the desk, groaning when the action f*cked with his wounds. “Serpent…” He then called. “My name is River. I’m a snake, but you don’t see me calling you a wolf just because you’re one, do you?”

My hands go behind my back, as I arch my brow. “River wants an update on Sienna’s situation. Did you get any head?” “Not yet, she’s rejected me after every turn. Texas suggested giving her what she wanted, I’m trying but she refuses to take it.” Snake rolls his eyes and closes my door. Snake and I grew up together, like me we never belonged in Liston Hills, but where I had no emotions, he soaked in it. Which made him more dangerous, because emotions is what turned people into monsters and sick fucks. The club kept him grounded but I wouldn’t want to see the day he got pissed off.

he replied in a petulant tone. Ah, so here it was. This had worked in the past with another dealer, so Hawk figured why wouldn’t it work again? “Snake is a drug-addled junky peddling cut-to-shit heroin. Like he gives a fuck about making green. All he’s interested in is making sure he has his supply taken care of.” Hawk rested his elbows on his knees. “I know it was stupid, Wren. I know I fucked up. But there has to be a way, right? You can ask the bank for a loan. Use the shop as collateral?”

“He’s the rat that makes Cherish's skin bruise.” Dexter’s eyes flashed sharply and dangerously. “And you let him live?” Narsha crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Yeah. He's just a rat sent by the snake so that it won't eat him. It's a waste to deal with a rat too much.“ ”Still, he—wait, so you already know who the snake is?“ Narsha's silence answered his question. He mirk. ”In that case, let's go visit the snake too.“

“W-Where is m-my m-mom?” The old man laughed, a deep, ugly sound, and stepped closer. Jacob moved instinctively to shield her, but two men grabbed him, yanking him away and forcing him to kneel with a gun pressed against his skull. “Your mom is dead,” the leader said with chilling casualness. “She killed herself before I could get out of jail. You know why? Because she knew exactly how monstrous I can be.” For a moment, Violet couldn’t even breathe. Then she realized, he wasn’t talking about her adoptive mother.

Basil replied in a choked voice, "I'm not a bad snake. I'm a good snake. You said it yourself. You said that I was the most well-behaved snake in the world!" I recalled saying that to him. However, that had been when I'd first started working at the zoo, and he was the first snake I saw. In addition to that, I had never seen a snake that looked as beautiful as he did. His body was a pure albino-white color all throughout, and he looked very clean and well-groomed. He had also been very well-behaved back then. However, as I spent more time with him, he began attacking me and treating me like this, even striking me more and more often.

The basement of the Iron Wolves clubhouse smelled of damp concrete, rusted metal, and the cold, metallic tang of fear. Snake shoved me forward, his fingers digging into my bruised upper arms like talons. I stumbled, the heavy zip-ties biting into my wrists as I nearly lost my footing on the slick floor. The only light came from a single, buzzing bulb encased in a wire cage overhead, casting long, jagged shadows that danced against the weeping walls. "Home sweet home, Princess," Snake hissed, his breath hot and smelling of cheap whiskey against my ear. He swung open a heavy gate made of reinforced rebar the "cage" Dutch had mentioned. It groaned on its hinges, a sound like a dying animal.