Novel & Cerita Snipe Sensei

Taika had given her the snake when she and her mother had gone on a visit to Hawaii, where she had learnt was her birth place. Her mother had mentioned something about looking after things her dad had left there and that's when she came across Taika's snake collection or petting zoo as he called it. Natasha had always loved snakes and the viper was her favorite regardless of how vicious and dangerous it was—which only made her love for the serpents even greater. She was eleven at the time when she was gifted the snake, despite her mother's pleas for Taika to take it back. "Mom, if you don't provoke it, it won't harm you," said eleven year old Natasha.

“Huh, looks like you should get used to it.” Aiden smirked disdainfully at Calistha and immediately jumped into his car. He had even experienced things worse than this. Trapped in the wilderness, in a state of stalking the enemy, and he only relies on river water to cleanse his body of various impurities that he gets while lurking. The life of a sniper is indeed very cruel. They are indeed trained to deal with the extreme conditions out there. It's no wonder that in the end only mentally ill people will qualify to become snipers, because they were created to be robots. They are required to harden their hearts, dull their senses of taste, and grow into the most formidable human beings of all

Athur told me that Junior was the one who got jealous, who treated him like the enemy. “Listen to me.” Viktor grabs me by the shoulders giving me such a fright that my whole body start to shake and darkness closes in on me. This cannot be happening now. “Arthur is a very skilled sniper. He can shoot a grown man and his wife from miles away, through a window, while they are sitting at the dinner table, without any harm coming to the 13-year old girl joining them.

After lunch, Storm told me to walk to the barn and wait for one of them to meet me here and give me a run-down of the program and training I’ll be doing. The door to the barn is open and my feet are itching to just go outside. But Killer told me during lunch that the first rule about being a Prospect of The Satan Sniper’s MC is- listen to your instructors. And I have for twenty minutes. That’s how long I'm waiting under the hot Southern sky. The barn got half the roof missing, the part that doesn't have grass under it, the only place I can stand. The boisterous laughter from outside has me going to see who it is, I've always been a nosey body. Living with a bunch of bikers isn't going to cha

Node smirked raised his glowing purple eyes at the large figure, blood still dripping down his nose uncontrollably while shielding the fist of the large mysterious being. “You are talking… to the wrong beings… sucker…” he looked at Sniffia. “You know… foxy… we ain’t going to run or wait every single time for you… to come save our glowing asses.. after all the vigorous training we have done so… far… isn’t that right Peirce?...”