Market-Day
"i don't wish to be forward, or ungrateful - i'm not, master, i can't tell you how grateful i am, and ... and the easiest way to be grateful would be to be your personal slave.
Chase
I--_** suddenly, the metal grate floor fell away beneath his feet, and axel's eyes widened as he stumbled in mid-air. **"uhmf--no!"
The Orphans - Chapter One
Loki, who was thickly furred along with quite capable of looking out for himself even though getting on in years, looked gratefully from the darkness that was the ocean and up into the caring eyes of his trainer. he did not return to his pokeball, mind.
A Miltank Meets a Bulbasaur
Miltank looked at bulbasaur, and then the curtain, and grabbed it gratefully.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Seven
Beka giggled, and the noise grated on revaramek's ears. “that's definitely minion behavior, i think. or maybe villain-ish. let's see…" she ticked off a few fingers.
Moon’s Rain 1
I'm grateful you brought the kit here to me." she stated. franklin bowed as he left the house and returned to his station. she quickly got the kit a fresh set of clothes then she went to wake her husband.
Chronicles of the Borderline: Chapter IX (part 2)
-yes -replied the human, grateful that the lynx had realized that he had no special desire to talk with all those people he did not know -. do you mind?
Kaotic beginnings - A Kaos Army story - Chapter 12
A grate at the far end of the pit slid open with a metallic creak, and anar immediately took a wide-footed stance, flexing his fingers, ready to hurl tasty jerky and pick up the torch.
The Crown: Chapter Three
Yang-wo was asked to stand on a metal grate and pull a chain, and a rush of clean, hot water flooded over him, rinsing away the soaps.
Said Too Much
At your feet but that was alright you were content with my frailties and nothing more was all you wanted you and i were everything and enough and all we were was what we were supposed to be these words burn brightly in the grate
Our Darkness - Chapter One
I'm so glad i have friends to help me through it," i say, my voice rising a little to sound a little grateful. "does one of them happen to be cloven?" he asks. my heart jumps a little.
The Best Prize
John ignored the boar's grating voice and moved on to something that wouldn't insult him: a stack of bottles. all he had to do was pay twenty-five cents for three balls and knock them all down.