American Mustelid Alpha - Episode 8, "I'm Way In Too Deep To Bow Out" - Part 1
Z's too unpredictable, and my priority above all is get my ass into that final four."
Dragon In The Photo.
too many people. too many witnesses. she straightened. pulled something else over herself. “i am the acting empress,” she said again, and this time the words slid into place too smoothly.
Dragon In The Party Room.
too fast. too clean. “...i’m joking.” he raised both hands like i’d just pointed something at him. “nah, nah. too late. i’m taking it.” “it was not—!”
Striped Candy. Chapter One.
The owner of the place, a large black panther, had grown up and took the place over after his father got too old too. basche was a man of few words and was already getting into his late forties.
Dragon In The Suburbs.
But this was too fast. too much, too soon. water-fat and spoilt hatchlings who wanted cooked meat. along with that confusion… i felt this… emptiness.
Dragon Ranch: Epilogue
too crazy to even admit to himself. "no way...." it was too ridiculous. too improbable. but kyle walked back to his truck anyway and put a hand on the lip of the tarp-covered trailer. he knew had heard a sound.
Look, Don't Touch
We were going too far in the complete opposite direction for too long. the driver gave a throaty chuckle when the realization hit me. “too early to return home yet, wouldn't you say, dearie? the night is so young." “what did you have in mind?"
Track and Field: Part 2
Maybe my folks would see that too, and if the time came that we took our relationship a little further than maybe they'd finally be content to admit that someone was good enough. hopefully, as i got to know red better myself too, he would be good enough.
Dragon In The Kitchen.
She looked emptied out – the particular vacancy that comes from concentrating too hard for too long. i recognised it immediately. welcome to minimum wage, i thought.
Dragon In The Comic Book Shop.
Leaned too far. looked too long. she’d noticed. the way her excitement had faded still made my chest ache. i dropped my gaze to my tray. focused on the slightly burned fries. on grease soaking through the thin paper.
Pedigree - Ch2.
I watched her for a second too long. something about how fast she could turn it off unsettled me, how her emotions and level of care warped so fast and so harshly. “nah,” i said, dragging my focus back. “the supermarket was too far.
A Pleasant Coming Out
After a nice dinner with my folks it was decided that it was too late for kev to go home, so he was offered to stay at my place, as he often did.