My Unplanned Summer Vacation Ch 24
Looking through it again, there's a jar of peanut butter, honey, grape jam, strawberry jam and some other ingredients to make any kind of sandwich. "i guess we're having sandwiches." i said. "that sounds good to me." kouya said.
Raspberry Line Chapter 9 - Of Grapes, Apples, And Potatoes
"apples grow on trees but grapes grow on leaves..." she said, placing a hand over her eyes. "apples grow on leaves but grapes grow--aw dang it, i switched it again!" "what the heck are you saying?" she opened her eyes and blushed. "i-uhm..."
Bani Lore! Galaxy!
When licked, tastes like grapes.
Aaru - Chapter 23 (Meeting the Oracle)
Just like the grape. i get it!" khaine snapped. "grape?" master kami queried. shooting me a quizzical look. i just shook my head. "it was an example davina gave us." i explained. "ah so you got to meet her!
To Alaska-Chapter 4.txt
The taste of bitter-sweet purple grapes filled my taste buds before i swallowed. it washed down my throat, leaving a rather unpleasant aftertaste. i shook my head a few times, allowing the taste to wash away.
Love in the West Forties
By around midnight the grape has been flowing for a while, and it is good grape, not any phonus bolonus, and the hep cats, who are by manner of being one of the best bands in town and who regularly
The Fire Child: Chapter 2
The liquid inside had a strong fruity smell, very similar to grapes. "hurry up already, i can feel myself growing old." draden blinked, tilting his head and giving ketch a confused stare.
Of wings and scale chapter 1
"ye karaoke at the grapes bar" he replied doing the hand motion of holding a mic. "ah ok ill message you when im out" "alright cya later" he shouted biking off around the corner to his house.
Angel O'Death.
It tasted like dionysian grapes. it was unchainable's lieutenant, a squirrel named gossiper, that showed me my natural talent to kill. he handed me a knife, and said- i'll never forget this- "hit me with your best shot, dearie." so i did.
A Bard's Tale - Chapter One.
The distaste stemmed from a hatred of change, fifty years ago a band of travellers and would-be money makers came form the north, on the trail of rumours and investigations about the perfect soil for cultivation and a fruit called the grape which could be
A Fatal Game 8 - The First Child
Another key, this time one of a grape on the handle. "aaaaaaaaah this is where you are."
Five Liters
" ... grape juice. you know, when you're young, or ... and you either don't have wine, or you're not supposed to drink it, so they give you grape juice for communion?" barrow smiled, loading another vial into the hypo. he nodded wordlessly.