I had this dream
"heh, 'not an ounce of gaydar,' huh? look who was talking..." "oh... oh, lou..." one of her hands grips me closer to her.
Waking Up
It was all there for kane, every fatty ounce of him was just massive in every single sense of the word.
Bathtime
Mac had seen the draolf spawn food from nothing and float it to his muzzle with nary an ounce of effort, and had even once seen the draolf add weight to himself just to cheat out gaining.
Letting Loose
His stomach was still a swollen boulder of food, sticking well over a foot out in front of him now but now showing a single ounce of sag as it was packed tight with tens of thousands of succulent calories.
Chronicles of Lyandar Chapter 1: Beginings
You won't get an ounce of leave until you pay me for all the damages!" the tigress' normal orange had turned to red with her fury.
Twokinds Revolution Chapter 4
It took every ounce of will power to hold back a scream from the pain coming from his right leg. he almost didn't want to look, but he knew he had to. the sight almost made seth pass out.
Gap Year: Bloodied and Battered
After a few ounces made their way into us, he left, without saying a word at all. he came and went at least five times, administering water in the same manner. once he gave us bread that was so stale i thought my jaw would break.
Ander - Chapter 3, Subchapter 32
It took every ounce of effort for ander to raise his head, but what he saw on wardo's face was not a look of contempt or even smugness. what he saw was genuine curiosity. the question wasn't rhetorical at all.
Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 57
Every shred of hatred he harboured against the monster who had dared to hurt his little sister he poured into the edge of the blade, and every ounce of love he had for his family he put into the strength of his arms.
Ander - Part 3: Subchapter 32
It took every ounce of effort for ander to raise his head, but what he saw on wardo's face was not a look of contempt or even smugness. what he saw was genuine curiosity. the question wasn't rhetorical at all.
Back from hell
I stopped his attacks without even an ounce of hesitation, countering with a well-placed hit to a nerve in his right arm. he smirked at me, even without use of his right arm, his style switched almost instantly.
Somebody's Hero (Chapter 1)
With every ounce of his sapped strength, he shouted to her, hoping to get at least one more look into her eyes. a broken scream escaped his lips as he jolted awake to the thud of a bird against his dorm room window.