Thinking with portals
Her hands slithered down her belly, sliding on soft scales and that pudgy belly she had worked for with one too many orders of kebabs the one and only doner restaurant in the vicinity of the office she worked at. it was well worth it at least.
Henry Rider: Clown Hunter, Chapter Nineteen
"oh, shish kebabs!" i yelled. it was like the dragon had been eating raw sewage and had decided to vomit it at me -- and i got the horrible feeling that's exactly what it was. but the dragon wasn't the only one with good reflexes.
Hunter Hunted Chapter 3
Speeding through the air like a green missile jack attempted to search for a viable landing spot, trees were not a good idea as he was likely to end up as a kebab on the branches, so as nasty as it was water was the only viable brake in this situation, at
Hits You Like Sunlight
The kebabs are almost done! come get yours before i eat all four of them!" i shout somewhere behind me, an array of juicy meats and colorful peppers sizzling on the shiny new grill i'm manning. "okay! okay!
The Plan
This fate was often worse, as the cruel, curved claw usually failed to pierce a vital organ, and sometimes even left the human skewered like a shish-kabob for a few steps.
Not Happening
He prodded, ignoring her stealing another kebab with eager chewing. "hm? mhm," she swallowed loudly, running her tongue over her teeth before she spoke. "i want to see the islands."
Pushing Forward, New Clues
I would have been shish kabob!" exile laughed, getting up. "no time for that! let's move!" blitz replied, pulling exile backwards. "guys follow me!" keith shouted "we're going to get surrounded!"
Commission - The Alpha Wolf
She takes pleasure in becoming his personal kebab but is more infatuated with the many scents surrounding her, mainly the smelly sweat running down the wolf's fur and his steamy pungent cock. she wants more, no, needs more.
Mr. Green and the Gators
A big fire marks the center, snakes run through spikes like a sort of giant pocky kebab are roasting atop. 53. at long last the gator-lady emerges from the water giving me a full view.
A Tiring Day After Work
"i should probably work off those kebabs, though," the wolfess says as her claws click onto concrete. "i meant to go for a run today..." sofia gives him a single second to process before she kicks off into a jog.
Havana or Hell, part seven
"the kebab cook?" and burris nodded. "boris sokurov, russian kgb. he spiked your food and your drink with sodium pentothal... with a ricin chaser." that would explain the kebab and blood i'd seen on the sign. and the metallic off-taste.
Shady Impressions (VDO Special Edition!)
"don't get between me and a potential shish-kebab, kid! haaaaaaa!" the mage flicked the disc forward into the air, where it halted and spun. dirt from around the road shot towards it, as did several small rocks and a handful of branches.