the start of something new: chapter 2
I came out and walked down stair and looked around to see the kitchen behind the dining room i walking through the dining room and into the kitchen while khile was pouring hot chocolate into two mugs.
A Cafe in Sackville
* * * after what felt like hours of being chipper and ferrying mugs to tables, oliver finally saw the cafe empty out. for probably the first time, he was thankful to see the place empty.
A Leopard's Tail Ch 11
Karen echoed, and they taped their mugs together. they both cringed slightly at the sound the mugs made when they hit each other.
Mammon's Cold Call
Gary taps a finger on the polished, recently-cleaned wooden table currently housing two mugs of what appears to be coffee.
Juryokine: Exile of Heroes, Chapter Forty One
What looked like the entire crew was gathered in the massive dining room, sitting at the tables with mugs of beer held out in a salute to him. he blinked again. "wh- what?"
Rising Tides Part 1
With twin pops of displaced air, a pair of the mugs that had been offered back in the central pavilion earlier appeared out of nowhere.
chapter seven. out and about
"anything for my big brother" she said walking to the kitchen holding two small mugs filled with black coffee and another with milk and walked back to her brother.
Dark Resolve
Couldn't help but worry that his rat was gonna get mugged in his own parking lot. his poor, lonely, afflicted rat. broken liver, broken pancreas, broken words. broken nose, maybe, broken skull...
Deep Space Vessel Nautica A New Encounter
Turns out the owner wouldn't let me pay, he insisted on free drinks for us, and arborii drank thirty mugs of cocoa, while neesah and i talked our way through just three mugs each; i had cocoa and she had coffee. "so, would you like to mate?"
In the Service of Mystery (Pt. 14)
We were herded, mugs and all out into the yard.
Huskies from Hell ch 01
He stopped at a desk littered with paperwork, stamps, a couple of mugs filled with pens, pencils, probably dried markers and a small space heater in front of it, blowing warm air into the opening under the desk.
Death's Blood Ch. Eight: The Burdens We Carry
Eight: The Burdens We Carry (I heeded what my mother and Clement told me. The only thing that I could do was keep on living. Over that summer, I was still isolated all the more, thinking that I could die tomorrow and nobody would care. I felt like...