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.
The Red Tiger Chapter 5: Part 1
I was stumped as i felt myself calm down, my adrenaline cooling off as i took a closer look at my paw, the damp blood on it as i flexed the inside with my wrist, it felt fine, not an ounce of pain, i look at tim closely with now calm eyes "i don't know, tim
Taggart Ó Cuagan Prologue
It took every ounce of my self-control not to growl at him. "do you live here by yourself?" i asked leaning up a bit, pulling my legs up towards my chest. "nah, it's been me and my wife for the past twenty years.
Chapter 3-Fang vs. Krystal
Now the fight took a turn for the worst as shadow fang threw her all around the valley with each attack, krystal used every ounce of power she had but it was no use, it was not long until she was too weak to stand while shadow fang continued to toy with her
Amber Silverblood: Rogue Wolf, Chapter Thirty Three
_** with that, the last ounce of control i had was swept away. like a spring that had been pressed too tightly together, i practically exploded! in the space of half a second, i grew larger--_much_ larger.
Robbed of the Sun
Young vampires with every ounce of humanity taught and bred away, the childhood message of pride twisted across generations into a creed of superiority. of perfection. in our desire to play human, we let our children believe themselves to be gods.
Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 40
He had utilized every ounce of willpower not to ask her about it, but now he sort of wished he hadn't. he just couldn't help but wonder... why on earth did she smell like rotten grapes?
Reluctance
I'm not sure if i would be able to bring just one ounce of friendliness back, but i'm not sure what i'm more afraid of: the fact you don't
Those Bygone Dog-Star Days - Chapter 33 of 37
I'm gonna have a long, hot bubble bath and then i'm going to have a 32-ounce steak with mashed potatoes on the side. maybe whiskey, maybe wine - i haven't decided." "enjoying the morphine, huh? your move." "i know! you can help paint my toenails!"
A Little Faith
Their teeth showed clearly in their straining gums, "you cannot admit...that in all your years...you never put an ounce of faith towards me...son?"