wander ~ Chapter 12
Behind the piano on the far side of the room, little round ears perked and muzzle showing no kind of discontent or worry.
wander ~ Chapter 13
"you know what kind of relationship it's gonna be. something lost, something gained. right?" i mean. i knew she was kind of promiscuous.
A trainer's story [05]
Yet, jackson had never been so kind to me like jake, and i couldn't even remember the last time he smiled to me.
Strangers After All: Part I
"you've got a mane, kind of. and your brown and chocolate coloration threw me off. i thought you may have been a marten, or wolverine." his arms fell to his sides, shoulders bobbing in a shrug.
The Stranger
"what kind of seeds? i got some old corn, apple, and flax seeds..." "not those kind of seeds boy!" the merchant said gruffly. "them seeds are worthless in waste soil.
Laws and Regulations Ch 1
What kind of parent would do that to their kid?" i shrugged. "the report said that he was troubled, maybe there was some kind of argument between them. or, maybe his dad is just an asshole." he snorted.
The Moon need friends too part 16
But most humans are kind people and help others,but history always look on the bad not good with my kind." as sin finished talking about the horrors of human wars,to the ponies and dragon.
wander ~ Chapter 20
As the leader of more than a few clubs at school, and active in so many academic and probably somewhat diplomatic ventures as well, i guess she kind of had to be good at that kind of thing. "well... i mean, good. i'm really excited for you, you know?
A Trainer's Tale - Chapter 28
It was difficult to say if this was made for one kind of pokémon, or was this some kind of communal area. as fascinating as this was, i made a mental note to tell mom and dad what i've seen.
Snow Dawgs. Chapter Eleven.
“what kind of prick hole does that? wanting people to feel bad after something shitty happens…?” he didn’t say it, but i could tell he was thinking of junkyard again. that was what kind of bastard the doberman was.
Venom: Beautiful Killers. Part 1
It's about the kind of sigh that someone makes when taking a difficult exam. "you want the blunt, honest truth?" "yes." he slides his hands down to her naked rear end.
A Spare in the Trunk: Part VI
Lys beamed with excitement, eager to hear new kinds of music. she watched him hook his phone up to the stereo. rudy's usually played one kind of fifties music, meant for sentimental old fogies.