Snake Jailbird Novels & Stories

Seeing my massive white wolf, that asshole’s snake form, was looking more than rattled. The snake was continuously hissing, it was a male that was clear and it was a imposter shifter. These kind of snakes are known to be mean, greedy and they had the ability to take form anything they see. But they are not found on our Island, they are more toward the southern region, they prefer heat and here on our Island it was more cold. No wonder, he was so much like a woman. Had I not caught it, I would have been fooled too. Thankfully his plot also had plot holes so It became easy to put together. But now thinking back, I don’t think it was smart to wait for Cherry. My intention was too catch them in

My eyes narrowed at him, but he swiftly moved back, masking his expression. "Keep rotting here till I come back. Bye" With that, he turned around and exited the room. I slumped my head down, trying not to scream because no one would hear it anyway. *** A few hours later, I heard a hissing sound from the corner. My eyes widened in shock. As I felt more human, there was a possibility that a snake bite could kill me. I shifted around, the action only causing the shackles to dig into my skin deeper. My heart was beating loudly in my chest as I held my breath.

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I was staring at her back as she tried to struggle against Johnston 's hold , when I heard my phone chime , scooping it out I swiped my thumb over the screen " Mr . Z what's up ?" " Glad I could rea'ch you . " said the old guy gruffly " we just finished dealing with that banded krait thing , the animal control took it away but weirdly enough , that snake wasn't poisonous " Standing in the middle of the hall , I thought that I heard wrong " what did you say ? I need you to repeat that "

Hawk looked like shit, bruised, chained to a chair, but still trying to look tough and all. Zander crossed his arms over his chest. “Talk.” Hawk spat on the floor. “Chen’s paranoid. Heavy security at the gala. But he likes pretty faces. Your girl here might actually get him chatty.” I stepped closer. “And Snake? My mother’s husband?” Hawk laughed, a wet, ugly sound. “Snake’s Chen’s attack dog. He’ll be there. If he sees you, it’s gonna get messy fast.” Zander placed a hand on my shoulder. “Then we’ll be ready. What’s Chen getting out of killing Flinn?”

I scowled at him, watching as he gulped and grimaced at the my threat. “You should be very afraid if I was you. That threat sounds so personal but the most interesting and best part is that it's just a wishful thought, I wonder what you would like to choke on, but I will see for myself,” Snake said before snapping his fingers, in a flash of seconds, more like Miliseconds because all I could see was fog and thick air in the room, I heard a thud to see that Hunter had knocked down Jordan while snake had a gun pointed to my brother’s head.

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

“Names.” I leaned back, arms crossing. “Aight. You want the street names or you want the government?” He didn’t even roll his eyes, pen poised. “Street names first,” I muttered. “Aight… the first dude is Snakebite. He’s in Waller Penitentiary in Mexico.” Quincy wrote it down neatly, the kind of handwriting that belonged to people who still believed notebooks were sacred objects. “The second one’s Jag,” I continued. “He got transferred to Eastwood Federal in London.”

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.”

he says, and before I can react, he reaches into his jacket, pulls a small pistol, and presses it to his own temple. “No!” I shout, lunging for him, but the gunshot echoes, deafening in the empty warehouse. Snake’s body slumps to the floor, his eyes wide and empty, a red hole in his head. I stumble back, my heart pounding, my mind reeling. He’s gone. Just like that. And without saying anything about Lily. “Fuck,” Zero mutters in frustration,lowering his gun. “He didn’t even give us a chance.” Shadow’s pacing, his face pale. “He was protecting someone. He definitely was trying to protect another motherfucker. But who?” he says, gritting his teeth.