The Words In Your Snare Novel Novels & Stories

Crossing his arms over his chest he looks at him expectantly. “She's a twin.” “Get to the point.” “I- I think that was the point.” Sanele looks at Snakes with pursed lips. Snakes raise his eyebrow, he nods in understanding as he retrieves his phone to play some game on it. “Right, go on.”

Who has dozed off, with her right hand cupping her cheek. “Reading something interesting Ana?” Mr. Snitch asked. My heart was hammering too loudly. “No, Mr. Snitch I was just reading the textbook” I placed my subject book above the table, deftly placing the novel underneath the desk. I hoped fervently that my voice didn’t give me away. I am a very bad liar, it usually took, just four seconds for people to catch me red handed when I did. Please let this not be one of those times. I chanted.

I was helpless, what could I possibly do to ensure he never got to find out about my betrayal. As the Gunshots rang through the house, the snakes got agitated and the shaking of the building as grenades burst made the cages Volatile before I could comprehend the danger I was in the glass breaked allowing all the snakes to come free. I screamed so loud I think I heard the gunfire seize a moment before things went dark. Author note 📝

He released my neck before lifting my two hands above my head and capturing them in one hand, rendering me completely helpless before tugging my jaw upwards with his free hand. "Oh Snow, you don't know what you do to me." I shivered at those whispered words just as he finally covered my lips with his, trapping my husky moans in. Excerpt from; His Little Snow [18+] ©Josephine. C. Ivy

Silver. I drop into a crouch, my fingers digging into the dirt. I don't look with my eyes; I look with my skin. The air in the gulley is vibrating. High above, draped between the low-hanging boughs of the ancient oaks, I catch the faint, lethal shimmer of mesh. It’s a web of fire, hung invisibly against the grey bark. 'They are watching...' The wolf whispers, her violet energy beginning to ripple through my fur. 'The blonde snake and the dark one. They sit in the high stone, waiting for the fly to scream.'

he snaps like he wants them to hear. “They should all hear, they need to know your mine!” I hear a few snickers from warriors in the area as we pass, but I’m too high on the energy thrumming between us to care. Caden’s hand is low on my back, pressing me forward like he’s seconds from losing the last thread of control he has. I can feel Cade in there too, all heat and teeth, mine, mine, mine.

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The new song isn't a song-it's a *snare*. The note lingers, a silver thread in the air that hums with Eden's timbre, Eden's pain. I follow it, the static in my veins pulsing like a compass needle. The Hunter trails behind, his breath uneven, his crow-feather coat singed and bloody. "This is a trap," he growls. "The Silence doesn't *sing*." "Neither do ghosts," I say, but I quicken my pace anyway.

Knox’s eyes dropped to my lips, then lower to the dip of my neckline like he could already imagine peeling the dress off me with his teeth. Then he murmured, more to himself than to me, his voice thick and slow: “How the fuck did Jared manage to snag you…” Snag. The word wrapped around my core like a fist, hot and filthy, and I felt myself clench so hard it stole the air from my lungs. I sucked in a breath, but it didn’t help, not when Knox’s body was still caging me in, heat rolling off him like smoke from a fire I couldn’t put out.

Boom. A heavy, sickening sound echoed through the snowstorm, like something rotten being crushed apart under immense pressure. Even through the howling wind, it rang clearly in my ears. Then came the stench. A foul, nauseating odor spread through the air. The police car screeched violently to a stop. The two officers practically stumbled out of the vehicle in panic. With trembling hands, they yanked open the back door, and immediately let out horrified screams. There was no blood.

A branch snapping softly. My eyes opened instantly. My wolf snapped awake inside me. I went still. Listening. There. Again. Footsteps. Close.