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.
Ander - Chapter 5, Subchapter 39
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?
A Second Chance
. \* as he applied the last half ounce of pressure on the trigger, douglas grinned and breathed out - right as the pin hit the primer on the chambered round...
Ira & Felix Adventures: Chapter 6: Trap Is Set
She placed a black shopping bag she had been carrying onto it, before she started to rummage through the bag for the items contained within, pulling out a bottle of twenty ounce of water with three glass bottles shortly afterwards.
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?"
Downpour
It took every ounce of willpower not to throw the phone at the window or bang it on the dashboard. twenty minutes later, hazard lights flashing the whole while, the rain hadn't lessened and rusty resigned himself to his wet fate.