A Chosen Path -- Chapter 4 -- First Date With A Guy
What's you favorite color?" trygan asked jake as he took a sip of his soda. jake thought about it and figured it was ok to tell him his real favorite color. "well, um... i like the color violet... heh...
Chapter 1: The Many Daughters of Summer
Keme's first wife had always maintained that she had no favorite daughter, but tala knew better: naira had always been iniwa's favorite. out of all of the girls, naira was the most well-behaved, the most docile, the most obedient.
Part 1--Sense Of Fashion
It's not exactly my favorite body part. it's sort of like being born with thumbs on your knees. it might come in useful someday, but for now, um...it just ruins the line of my pantyhose."
Scaly Heart
She asked me which ones were my favorite, and if i could live in one of them, which one would i choose.
Out in the country
A grin pulled across my face as i shook the last of the sleep from my body, aunt diana had been my favorite relative since childhood. i had been her companion in many adventures and she had taught me more about living than any other person.
In Your Arms (Part One)
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Introduction: Fateful Evening
Now a year later he was no longer a favorite student but a favorite worker. his boss had an automotive related hobby that eventually involved logan, sending him around places looking at rare and expensive cars then returning with information on the find.
Beau - Chapter Two
Mom had cooked my favourite dinner. did i feel special? yeah, a little. dad was nowhere to be seen and i was being treated to homemade lasagne. life was good. for now at least, sooner or later dad would have to return home.
First Meeting
Have some good old fronnie, one of my favorite ships. just thought i'd throw this out, freddy's uncle is conservative. yep.
Change of Plans
"okaaaaaaaaay," she said, though the prospect of a future trip to her favourite stores did raise her spirits some. she cast a critical eye over what options she had, a low 'hmm' accompanying her deliberation. "that one."
Paradigm Continuum
Her front paw, her favourite one, hurt. claws had slashed it, and it didn't want to heal. the wounds were gone now, but something inside wasn't right. so she walked on two legs for as long as she could, then hobbled on three whenever her back got sore.
The Song of the Slayer - Prologue
As always, grateful for every vote, favourite, and comment. it all helps boost the story and allow others to find it and enjoy! a honed pair of amber eyes glare out into the desolate night, scanning the few skeletal trees for any sign of movement.