The Words In Your Snare Novel Novels & Stories

Merigold Someone is yelling at me. " Squeeze my hand, Snow." Snow? No one at the club knows my nickname. " Come on Snow. I know you can do it. Squeeze my hand." I know that voice. But I can't think right now. He wants me to squeeze his hand. I focus on that. I tightened my grip. I can feel my hand move. I moved my hand finally. Yes!

Chapter 188: The Fence Jumper **Bryan’s POV** The sound of her snoring filled the room like a sick lullaby. Each wheeze, each wet rattle of her throat made my stomach churn. I lay there, rigid, my fists tight beneath the blanket, staring into the darkness. I couldn’t take it anymore. Slowly, carefully, I moved. Her arm was draped across my chest, heavy, possessive. I slid my body an inch at a time, prying myself free as though escaping a trap. Her breathing hitched once, and I froze, every muscle taut. Then the snoring resumed, deep and steady.

“He thinks he’s cornered me. He thinks I’m in a bunker somewhere, trembling as my world ends.” Sabatine stood, meeting his gaze. “You are in a bunker.” A faint, dark smile touched Anton’s lips. “Yes. But I’m not trembling. I’m holding the detonator.” He reached out, his hand finding Sabatine’s shoulder, gripping it tightly. “You built a masterpiece, Sabe. A snare of pure imagination.”

"You're a Syren, Myra," Remmi said enthusiastically. "That's not how the story goes. There was no record of anything called a Syren being involved in the war." Raver stated matter of factly. "That's because, in Kindergarten, they teach you that version to save you from being afraid of potential danger. There are big girl books in the restricted area of my town library which describes the actual war, in detail," she spoke slowly and condescendingly as if mocking him.

Aiden nodded slightly, then gave a code to Calistha to go first and he would follow her from behind to protect her if something bad happened to them. "Are you all right?" "Do you think I look fine? I'm scared, I'm nervous, my heart is beating fast right now. But I have no other choice because I have to take my clothes, money and some things that we might need.” "We?" asked Aiden not understanding. Calistha gave a small grin as she slowly walked along the wall. It felt good to make Aiden a little curious like this. It was something she would rarely see in Aiden. "You'll find out later. By the way, why did you decide to become a sniper?”

“Ravenfall demands the surrender of Serena of Delta blood, and the child Lyra, to end all bloodshed. Failure to comply will bring destruction upon your people.” The words hung in the air like poison. Serena sucked in a sharp breath beside me. It was quiet, but I heard it. I always heard her. My vision bled red. The wolf within me slammed against my ribs, snarling for release. “You dare,” I whispered, my voice trembling with contained violence. My wolf clawed at my insides, demanding blood, demanding death. I lunged forward in a blur, snatching the parchment from his shaking hand. The letters blurred before me, Ronan’s script etched in harsh strokes… but the lines trembled. His hand was unste

I paused to take a breath, “Then I found this book, by a new mysterious author on the block, I think their pen name is 'Author 456', and it’s honestly so much like the rest of them, but there're so many plot twists that I can’t look away!" Pause, another breath, "Big bad alpha meets wilted flower type girl, he sniffs her scent or whatever and instantly announces she’s his mate, I bet he says something like,” in my best manly voice I continued, “Come forth, mate! You smell like destiny.” Lila snorted, stifling a laugh “ Why are they always sniffing? That’s so gross.”

His hand wrapped around her throat from behind, steady and possessive, pulling her head back until it met his shoulder . “This pussy’s mine now,” he growled, biting her neck. “You understand me?” “Yes!, it’s yours,” she cried out, eyes stinging with tears, too much pleasure. Her release crashed over her like a wave, stealing her breath as she cried out. Her body tightened around him, shaking, and he groaned, holding her tight as he chased his own release.

*Snap* A sound, like someone snapping their fingers, was made as a Metalic echo range in the stilled silence. As one.. everyone with their six arms, oddly shaped lower halves, and elongated heads. All crawled and Dashed over the bent seating to my general location. They layered themselves onto us as if to embrace us as tightly as they could with me as their center. The Mist dissipated into nothingness as the last one locked themselves onto us as they gripped the flooring, the chair, and each other to make sure no gaps where in-between them just as darkness enveloped the cabinet as the gravitational pull disappeared and gravity became zero.

Andrew snapped The red dot steadies. My ears ring. My vision tunnels. Every instinct in my body screams run, hide, survive—but my feet stay planted. Andrew’s hand tightens around mine. Whatever happens next, we face it together. Then— The sniper fires. A deafening crack splits the air— And everything explodes into chaos. ***