Tina's Story Chapter 63 The Scandal
Lydia wears a white lace wedding dress, a wreath of flowers in her hair. colleen wears a simple white sleeveless dress. there is a female episcopal priest.
Rocky's Rough Party
She had a wreath on around her horns, and the way her toga-thing fit, she really did look like she could have stepped off of a plinth as a goddess of the harvest.
Descent into Darkness
Soldiers and archers alike meeting his stride and when the first sword was drawn, vael's right paw thrust out, the air in front of it solidifying into a slender crystalline blade, wreathed in electricity.
I Applied for a Delivery Job and Got Turned Into a Flying Reindeer?! Chapter One
wreaths lined the walls. smiling cardboard snowmen pointed the way toward the hottest items with the lowest prices you would find in the state. on the surface, it all looked so cheerful and innocent. _"we! are! willy-mart we! are! willy-mart!"
Fighting off the Jet-Lag
The telltale smell of smoke wreathing his face, mingling with the smell of his musk. he stayed there, still massaged by those thighs, that musk. still suckling on the wet fabric of those briefs.
The Cold Winds of Loneliness
wreaths decorated doors to private quarters, hunters ready for the cold wore their winter gear, and palicoes ran to and fro with the special meals prepared to have all the hunters ready for any frost, fright, or fun that could be had throughout the new world
Veiled Vixen
The flight of stairs leading up to the entrance lobby were wreathed in cobwebs, the once-brilliantly colorful and intricate patterns on the walls now a faded mess of shattered tile and stone.
Chronomancer Chronicles: Bloodfyre - 1.0
The blizzard wreathed him entirely, forming a cocoon of ice that doused the golden flames. the moment of retreat gave harm the time he needed to lunge toward the cocoon and reach into the blanket of ice.
Aces
- the steam rooms were a world of slick white marble and glowing turquoise wreathed in a hot mist. an entry chamber with wall to wall mirrors and metal towel racks beaded with wetness greeted me as i stepped inside.
Never An Absolution - Chapter Six
wreathed in mists that caressed her terrified form like the touch of specter's, ceredwyn stared at the drop from the edge of the waterfall.
A Long Journey Home, The Essence of Fate
The storms were finally passing, wispy white clouds starting to shred with the fair winds coming from the south, thin shafts of sun alighting upon the wreath even as he looked at it.
Back Into the Fire Again
He was looking like a misshapen creature by this point, his blurry eyes barely catching the magic wreathing his throat.