Chapter 2: Edited.
A soft gasp escaped her throat and she quickly whispered, "oh, you poor, poor thing! here, let me get you aboard." she took a hold of the boy's hand and slowly guided him along, through the crowd and standing pedestrians.
Draper's Cabin
Forgive my reticent feelings on disclosing poor richard solberberg's fate.
Chapter 2: My group gets bigger, and we have our first gym battle.
The trainer returned his poor pokemon and ran to the pokemon center. i looked at flame and said "i'm guessing he pissed you off majorly." he nodded and we walked up to the next opponent.
Crossing Lines [Human(m)xHyena(m)]
Gives him back and we leave” she grunts out >you take a glance back over your shoulder at the poor tortured creature lying on the ground >you look back to the buggy and re-center your aim on the leader “nah, don’t think i will.
A Pleasant Coming Out
I had never done anything with anyone, girl or boy for that matter and was too busy looking at a poor guy in a latex space alien suit to think about it more at that point.
The Persistent Dragon Receives a Letter
Ack, you poor thing! you were up all last night studying under a lamp light, weren't you?" jacob let himself smile. "i'm fine, really ... just a little exhausted."
TRTTD - Chapter 1: The Monsters inside us
The panther now yelled at the poor cub, the anger that he had built up in work driving his voice louder and more aggressive than before. he absolutely wasn't in the mood for another discussion.
The Perception filter
I could see panic in the poor guy's eyes and even though it would give my position away, and maybe result in me being rearrested, i knew i had to help him. i fired the gun up into the air.
Devin and his Digimon part2
So, he decided that he'll go back in the park to bring that poor veemon to his house, to serve the dinner with them. then, veemon will sleep at devin's home and when the morning will arrive, veemon will go back.
Bear burdens of life (Chapter five)
What the hell did they do to this poor kid? his life on the run, with no one to explain anything to him, must have been a living hell.
Never Trust a Cat
Then her exhale would feel absolutely heavenly, the warmth from inside her like a goddess given gift to a poor cold servant. he rolled back onto his front and found himself looking directly into her throat.
Industrial Accident
The poor drabull was trapped, utterly beached on his back bent over uncomfortably onto the conveyor as whipped cream was pumped into him mercilessly.