Viper Sans Novels & Stories

Well, putting away all of that aside, Natasha had hit the shower and put on a fresh pair of blue jeans with a pink top and a white sweater before getting into white sneakers. She let her blond hair rest above her shoulders as she grabbed a bag and put something in a sort of cage right next to her closet. "Come on out, V," she started after setting down what she had put at the base of the cage. A moment later, something slithered out from a dark corner of the cage. A snake;a green viper to be exact. 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.

"Thank you, Yoda." As she walked Kenzie studied Viper. His broad shoulders were muscular, and she enjoyed watching the way they moved with his steps. She was intrigued by the slight two tone color of his skin and the light smattering of hair that adorned his back more than she knew was nature for human men. The braid he kept neat, swaying gently. His back, the same deep tan as his face and the rest of his body aside from his abdomen and below the waist, flexed as he moved. Kenzie couldn't help thinking how yummy he was, scars and all. Viper stopped and Kenzie almost ran into him, since she was ogling him. Stepping to the side of him, she saw why he stopped. They had come across a clearing wh

Wu cheered, raising her glass of her richly prepared non alcoholic chapman in the air before she laughed. "You don't know how lucky you are" She said, peeping into my alcoholic drink. "The vamps" Aaliyah said as she clicked both their glasses of beverages before we all smiled, including Jacqueline. But soon, the smile had vanished as she took a sip of her drink- something she'd thought about. "But, guys-" She suddenly called our attention before shaking her head. "Nevermind, I'm just happy we're doing this" She said, above the music and all.

It told me almost nothing. I turned to the bottom half of the page. I drew a horizontal line representing the forearm. Above it I sketched the viper — rough, approximate, the raised head and the coil of the body the way I remembered it. I had no talent for drawing and it showed, but the shape was there, the proportions close enough to be useful. Beneath the line I drew the word as best I could. Six letters. Maybe seven. The first one tall. The middle ones compressed by the italic lean. The last one with a curve at the base.

🩷 🍒 (Author's POV) Three days passed in suffocating silence, the kind that lingered even in the loudest corners of the city. The Veyrix had returned to their shadows. Blood had been washed off their blades, yet the tension remained — thick, like fog that refused to lift. And at the center of it all stood Avyaan Singh Rathore — MADVIPER — with his fists clenched and patience wearing thinner with every tick of the clock.

This time the Vipers stood over their dead without flinching. It was clean work in its own way — smart, fast, and brutal. The Vipers hit the Reapers supply hub and left nothing worth saving. Burned servers, shredded papers, and three Reapers with broken arms for picking the wrong side. No speeches. No fair fights. Just business.

It is a really sweet touch, that warms me. The Snakes are nicely-dressed in suits. Viper and Boomslang wear their Savage Snake jackets with formal silk ties, white formal shirts and suit pants. We smile at the sight of each other. Viper approaches with glistening eyes, and a smile, and puts his hands on my shoulders. 'Did you just fall from heaven? Coz heaven just called me and said they’re missing an angel.' My smile grows wider and I pull Viper in to a hug. 'My little sister. I'm so proud of you,' he says, as he gently holds my chin. Mason hands Boomslang the basket of petals and throws his hand in the air.

Coralyn smiled cutely Viper: "..."

The moment the door closed, I plopped on the sofa, as if that exchange took all of my energy. Daphne's phone was still on the table, filled with chats that were still active. From where I sat, I could see the curses and pictures edited with ill-intent directed toward me. That was a group chat filled with my haters, and my daughter was the group admin. My heart was numb with sadness. I reached and grabbed for the phone, seeing the group announcement my daughter had just posted. "Today, we'll flood that old viper's tags!" Old viper—that was what they called me. Before I left the entertainment industry, I was well-known for my slightly upturned eyes, but my haters loved calling me a viper inste

To only get support of another tree. " Fuc* it" Ardo curses. Determination set in his eyes. Clenching his fist he speaks loudly. And this time. Viper's footsteps stop. " I love you Eirene! I love you so fuc*ing much!" " Pl-ease don't leave me again. Please!" Gasps follow at the name. And I for a second thought my ears were lying. No. It can't be. How is this possible? Eirene is a women. Viper is a man. But wait a second. How do they know it's a man.