tales of Mark and Krystal
Come hang with us. we can go to my place and have a little fun." he smiled and smirked, loving her body. "sorry, i do i want to hang with a little pup when i got a fox that has something that you don't." she smirked.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 172
Entire chunks of flesh were just hanging off his bones by sinewy threads. broken arrow shafts still stuck out of his back like a hedgehog's quills, and his right shoulder was just a mess of raw, minced meat.
Werewolf Tale II - Chapter 23 - The Right Choice?
"hang on a second. if he's offering that to you... why didn't he do that before the first time this happened?" when alex struggled to come up with an answer besides 'i don't know', marcus sighed and continued. "let me guess.
Ander - Chapter 2, Subchapter 35
With her knees still bent (she didn't want to try this too high up from the ground in case something went wrong), she carefully put andrew into the makeshift pouch hanging against her chest.
Escaping the Storm: Part 8
His jaw fell open, a sad sigh escaping his hanging mouth as he reeled from the question. "w-we don't, thijs... not all of us." "sure feels like it sometimes. don't understand why."
Invane: Always that one
With the moon hanging high alongside the stars, i along with my packmates sat along the grassy plains. keeping the silence upon ourselves and watched the other wolves leaved the celebration behind them.
Schoolday
'sunday, march 10th: hang out at friend's house.' again he yawned and walked towards the showers. he turned the hot water open and let the water rush down his body. after the hot shower, he looked at the calendar again.
Times of Peace
"thanks rebecca but despite all the servants and stuff this place is a real bore but at least i get to hang out with daddy when he's not working." "you call a days training hanging out with your dad?"
The Sound of Neon
They'll paint them in classical styles, emulating monet or van gogh, and hang it in museums with million dollar insurance policies.
Chapter V - Mending
She rummaged around the leather bag now hanging by her side and pulled out her pipe as she sat down on the opposite bed, with a flick of her finger the already filled pipe started to smoulder.
A day at work
Of realisation his jaw drops, eyes wide and his ears pinning back against his skull, the tent he can't out of being his now huge shirt his watch seemingly miles off to the side, trousers flat on the floor behind his shirt shoes standing up with his socks hanging
Decades - Chapter Two
But when they were chatting like this, hanging out _together_, they liked it to be just the two of them.