Synopsis Naomi was a serpent, she sometimes transformed to a full snake and sometimes half serpent, half human, she got married to the hunter’s son Jay Johnson to take revenge. Her father was killed by King Johnson, the richest in the village. Jay Johnson was very much in love with her while Naomi was playing games just to take revenge. Naomi was able to take her revenge on King Johnson but fell in love with Jay Johnson in the process. Will Nay Johnson still continue their marriage if he later know her intentions?
View More“Did you break into this place?” I blurted out the question and he glared at me, his jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing. “I mean if you did that’s admirable. I appreciate you finding some place.”“Do I look like a fucking thief to you?”“I don’t know what they look like.” But that wasn’t the truth. I knew every ugly detail about men who took whatever they wanted no matter the cost. They believed in their power, as if they were gods. Another shudder coursed through me. Sam instinctively sensed something was wrong with me and issued a slight growl of warning to his master.“It’s okay, Sam. I have a feeling the lady can take care of herself. And this is my place. I had nowhere else to take you.”“What about back to the motel?”Sighing, he placed his feet on the table and leaned back. “I might live in the mountains, but I ain’t no fool. I’ll get you back tomorrow. As long as the snow is still coming down, we’re not going anywhere.”A lump formed in my throat. “I need to get back now.”“You
“No fucking way,” he yelled, jerking from our buddy’s hold. “No one will be left on this mountain. Do you fucking hear me?” Riggs threw himself into the wall of flames, another blast of heat singeing my skin.“This can’t happen!” I snapped, trying to go after him. I made it through the furnace blast of heat, struggling to be able to see anything. Jesus Christ. I turned in a full circle, unable to make out anything but huge balls of orange. I could hear Riggs calling her name, yelling it over and over again.I barreled through another section of forest, my lungs on fire from the lack of air.“Jesus. We’re can’t get through this,” Colt yelled from somewhere close. Everything was disorienting, the hissing sounds drowning out everything else. As I heard a massive cracking sound, I banked to the right, barely avoiding the falling limb. It crashed to the ground with a thunderous boom, igniting another fire.“Fuck,” I yelped, wiping my eyes as I tried to focus.“I can’t… I tried… No. Use.” R
The memory of his words echoed, adding another layer of terror.As Giovanni’s face rushed into the forefront of my mind, I tumbled again. Going down. Down. Down. Then I hit a hard surface with a thud, stars floating in front of my eyes and…“Goddamn snow,” I grumbled as I peered out the windshield then twisted the knob on the defroster onto high. If the girl was still out here, she was in a bad place. I grabbed the photograph, cursing under my breath. She had a freaking light jacket on. What the hell was she thinking coming up here wearing a single sweater and a coat meant for fifty-degree days?I pulled to a stop, trying to think where she’d go. I hadn’t seen a single sign of her. After slamming the gear into park, I climbed out, moving around the truck and searching the area. The snow had already picked up in intensity, the covering deep enough I doubted I’d find any trace of her tire tracks. I walked a few paces then hunkered down, brushing away the freshly fallen snow.Shit. I got
Some woman?”“Yeah, didn’t know her name but showed me an old photograph.” He scratched his jaw, looking at the ceiling.“I need to know this why?”Shrugging, he shuffled behind the counter. “Just seemed odd. You“Sure.” I started to turn away when he coughed.“Wait. Do you want a picture of her?” he asked, his grin almost repulsive.“You took a picture?”He looked sheepish then reached into a box, shifting through at least four dozen photographs, finally tossing me one. A freaking Polaroid picture. I didn’t even know they made the instant processing cameras any longer. It had been my father’s favorite. He never left home without it.“I’m not going to ask why you took it but it’s mine now.” I slipped it into my jacket pocket, shaking my head. There were weirdos everywhere.“Hey, bring it back if you find her.”If.That didn’t bode well for my reputation.Naomi A historical treasure, huh?The lobby looked like a treasure box from the nineteen eighties had exploded in the middle of the
Mrs Johnson “Yo. Wolfman. What’s shakin’?”I bristled, hearing the moniker that I couldn’t shake. I’d been called that after preventing an ambush on a secure compound during my stint in the Marines. The asshole who’d coined the phrase hadn’t intended it as a compliment. I had a feeling it would be on my tombstone.Sooner versus later.Hissing, I didn’t bother turning my head toward Gage Beckham, a local sheriff in Missoula. We’d known each other for two decades, running with the same crowd of bad boys who’d once terrorized Missoula. When my buddy tracked me down, usually inside a bar, that meant he needed something. “Whatever you’re selling, I ain’t buyin’.”“Who said I needed anything?”“Cause I know you. Remember?”He slid next to me, immediately reaching for the bowl of peanuts I had in front of me. I concentrated on my bottle of Bud, taking another swig. I’d had a rough few days, tracking down a family of tourists who had no business being on the mountain. The fuckers had almost
Jay’s Controversial Guanabara Bay DiscoveryAnd we’d gone our separate ways.Heroes. Monsters. Sinners and saints.Above all we were men honoring our country even while a terrible secret loomed just below the surface.There were those who would never forget, praying we’d never return.Others would stop at nothing to prevent us from doing so.We were intent on finding salvation by protecting those we loved.But demons from a single act would never allow us to forget.Naomi My bad day just turned into a nightmare.I’d found my piece of shit ex in my bed with my now ex-best friend.Being summoned to my father’s house was never for a happy reason.And it wasn’t about giving me a Christmas gift.We didn’t live a Hallmark card kind of life complete with festive celebrations and heartfelt emotions. There was nothing but animosity between us, which had been the only thing I’d felt for as long as I could remember. He’d made it perfectly clear from an early age that I was nothing but a nuisanc
Let's find out,” Fu said. He looked the white monkey in the eye. “Can you take us to the village?” The white monkey tilted its head to one side inquisitively. “What's the name of the village?” Naomi asked. “I don't know,” Fu confessed. He scratched behind one ear and looked at the white monkey again. “Can you take us to the … ummm … Governor?” The white monkey seemed to grin. It reached out and grabbed Fu's hand. Naomi saw it squeeze three times before letting go and leaping into the trees. Late that evening, Naomi couldn't stop thinking about the mushroom skewers the monkey had brought them earlier. He wished they'd eaten them. He and Fu had been following the white monkey through the forest all day and he was famished. He was also exhausted. Naomi and Fu had taken turns carrying Mrs Johnson , and it had worn them both out. Oddly enough, Fu's mind still seemed sharp. He was rambling nonstop about his adventures with Mrs Johnson. Naomi was glad to get the information, but he was
The white monkey looked at Mrs Johnson in Fu's arms, then at the carved monkey stick Naomi carried. It locked eyes with Naomi and bared an impressive set of four razor-sharp fangs, each as long as Naomi little finger. “I'm not going to hurt you,” Naomi said in a soft voice. The monkey's upper lip curled back and he looked at the stick again. “Maybe I should put this down,” Naomi said. He laid the carved stick on the ground and stepped back. The white monkey rushed over and picked up the stick, then spun around to face Fu. It bared its teeth again. “Great,” Fu said. “Now it's going to beat me with it. Help me out—I've got my hands full with Mrs Johnson.” Naomi took a step toward Fu, and the white monkey shrieked. It jumped up and down, slamming the stick on the ground each time it landed. Naomi stopped. “I don't think it likes me very much.” “You think?” Fu said, rolling his eyes. Naomi took two steps back, and the white monkey took a step toward Fu. Seh took several more step
Listen to me,” Mr Johnson hissed. “The boatman is HaMo's friend. If the boatman doesn't help you, that means he may harm you. If he doesn't cooperate or if he seems the least bit suspicious, kill him.” “But—” “Kill him anyway!” Mr Johnson roared as Hung shoved Seh toward the door. “Now go! That's an order!” Naomi stumbled out of the banquet hall into the night. Fallen soldiers and bandits now dotted the grounds of the stronghold. Fu and Mrs Johnson were not among them. Naomi glanced down and saw a trail of blood glistening in the moonlight. It led to the storage shed. He followed it and burst through the door. Fu was kneeling over Mrs Johnson , next to the two soldiers Jay had finished off. “Help me,” Fu said, his voice hoarse. Tears fell from his face like rain. Naomi knelt down and saw that Fu had torn several strips from the bottom of his white silk robe. Naomi and Fu bound Mrs Johnson leg as best they could. “Are you okay?” Naomi asked Fu. Fu grunted and wiped his face. “
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