Snowstorm
It was a spooky omen of an impending winter storm. "mom!" he yelled. "dad?!" his cries for help were drowned out by the periodic winds and vast emptiness.
Rules of Engagement. Chapter Three.
Charles had tried but even cuddling wasn't an option. she wasn't in the mood or had a headache or just “an early morning.” sex was off the table. a hand job wasn't even an option. a blow job… well she had never really done that for him before.
Walking a New Path
"if she chooses to undergo this transformation, she would no longer exist as an entity constrained to an electronic existence." as yana talked, the physician began running a scanner across the opened container.
Search for Geneva's heart chapter one
Her claws on all, now, fours legs were the size of an sword and as sharp as an freshly sharpened blade. her body was the size of an elephant and her wing span now became ten feet long on each side.
Not a Pet! Ch.2
I shot him an alarmed look, to which he quickly shook his head. “it’s not like that. i’m not an alcoholic, if that’s what you’re worried about. i just… i need to forget for an evening. to not think about what i left behind, or where i’m going to go.
Adult Conversations
The kux'lar was simply an individual with an innate faith in her entrenched confidants, willing to bank on her convictions and stand by her decisions.
Strange Customs, Tying the Knot
A chill crept into the air, and taren draped an arm over connie's shoulders, pulling her close against his side. after a few moments of contented silence, connie spoke. "i still can't believe you wrestled father. what an odd tradition."
Hard to Get
Argonne was an only child, and his father doted on him like an obsessed mother. his actual mother disapproved of this, and she often made it clear in the strangest of ways.
Unjust Love. A Shepherd's Love. Part Five.
How great he was and how capable of an officer bradley is. how he did his job better than anyone else.
A Biography of a Human: "Wretched captivity"
I saw myself standing upon an illuminated block with a heavy collar round my neck as flocks of wolves with eyes full of contempt stood all around me like shadowy giants with toothy grins of malice, seeing me nothing more as an inferior creature, an object
In Fine Feather: Part One
"an escort would be welcome. thank you." he nodded, and kept a respectable distance at my side as i slowly made my way down the block.
The Half-Moon Tribe
What we used as shelter was an amazing complex. some long time ago, before our scholars kept written records we think, our ancestors found an abandoned temple from a people long gone.