Steamed
Sasuke grunted at this, slowly rising to his legs as he could feel nary a single ounce of fat jiggle on his frame from that motion.
The Fairy's World
Desperate, he used every ounce of his power, focusing all of it into a single message, a single overwhelming psychic order. as the stone started to creep up over his muzzle he slammed it into the vixen.
Cold Days - Chapter 1
"well, hopefully we'll all be with each other, should the time come," dakota said with an ounce of fear in her soft voice. "you're not leaving my sight if it does, neither are you, bro."
Valkyrie Deliverance - Chapter 2 - One's Own Heart
She reached out for it, her tired eyes determined to use her last ounce of life to take up her sword. she grasped for the beautifully embossed hilt leading up to the incredible inscriptions on the blade.
A Post-Workout Muscular Supplement
"eiiiigg..." he grimaced, his entire face tensing as he poured every ounce of strength and willpower into his bicep. the dumbbell wobbled as it rose up to the cheshire cat's thigh. but it could not climb any further.
Trial by Lightning
It took every ounce of br's self-control not to laugh as he put his paw over his mouth. "let's go get breakfast." the teen didn't bother showering and got dressed for his day in a semi-formal white shirt and dress pants.
An Empty Reality
The cuddly toy and warm bed brought some ounce of comfort for him in the end, but he really just wanted to go home. end? --- --- --- _author's note:_ was originally going to be a longer story, but i immediately abandoned it.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 67
James tried to grab him, but he was too slow, and the boy crashed headfirst into banno's shoulder with every ounce of weight he had. banno stumbled back and sank down to one knee while timothy dropped like a stone, flat on his stomach.
Rose- The Duel Part 2
It will take just about every last ounce of my remaining magic to pull off. if i fail, regardless of how i fail, i may as well be dead. "healing magic is not going to save you."
Dance in the Circle Chapter 3
She howled in fury, gripping the shoes in white-knuckled hands while she began to curse the forest, curse the fey, and unleash every ounce of the spite she felt for their kind.
group therapy Part 11
Not an ounce. every now and then he remembered the look on that cheetah's face, how he had felt around blindly at the bleeding stump on his head. it made him grin.
group therapy Part 7
He cursed the fox under his breath, and he distinctively remembered how kyle hadn't an ounce of that accent the first time he saw him in the basketball court. _almost a different fox_, he remembered the hyena saying.