Viper Fanart Novels & Stories

he whispered while roaming his hand across her big butts, which were clothed in a tight pantie. "Mr Josh!" One of the guards called out, and he snapped out of his act. "Oops! My bad. I'm sorry. "I was taken away by her lustful body." He complained and got to work. Picking up his mini tattoo machine, he sat down on a tall chair close to her and began his work. He began to draw the vipers logo on the left lap of her body, which is the body of a red shining snake with the name "vipers" in the belly spot of the snake; however, he decorated it with a touch of blue.

Leander says quietly behind his glass, "because he is walking directly toward us." I have three seconds to compose myself. I use none of them productively. I am nervous and shook and caught completely off guard, and then his voice arrives from directly behind me. Low. Velvety. Rough. Very close. "Viktor Sorano." I do not turn around. I fix my eyes on my father's face and breathe. "My daughter, Seraphina. Say hello." He uses the tone reserved for introducing toddlers to strangers. I turn. Maksim Orlov is amused. His drip is immaculate. His rizz is the particular kind that belongs to genuinely hot, brooding men who do not try for it. I am breathless in a way I refuse to name out loud.

He had a friendly face that blended into the crowd perfectly. But his eyes were cold. Like a reptile. He was known in the underworld only as The Viper. He didn't use guns often; he preferred accidents. Poison. Car crashes. Gas leaks. Things that left no trace. He walked to a newsstand and bought a paper. The front page was still covering the Sterling Wedding preparations. photo: Serenity smiling, the pink diamond on her hand, the locket on her neck. "Found you, little princess," The Viper whispered, throwing the paper into a trash can.