Embers of Dawn: Chapter 10: Second Chances
“then why," grellith muttered, narrowing one eye, “is he the one staring at her like he's memorizing every feather for a sonnet?" veska followed nelneras' line of sight and raised a brow. “oh no.
[c] An Intimate Understanding
She was rewarded by a sonnet of sounds from her trainer--modest gasps, sighs, and notes of carnal delight. "come on," urged valerie, her breath shallow.
A Biography of a Human: Dominion
A poet retainer of titus, her work was in my hand and i was filled with cold fury reading aloud the praising sonnet to my inner circle.
"The Gift", Richard's (FA) Introduction, Concludes
Contributions can be made in the form of artwork, prose, poetry, written contributions, song selections, sonnets, or offerings of any sorts.
Hunting Game - Karter
Allow me to weave you a sonnet, nay a ballad! let me inform others of your great magnanimity and kindness to undo the harm i have caused your reputation!"
My Night with a Scav
sonnets, poetry, pornography i wrote, no longer sure if she even remembered me. by the end of the month, i was already planning the trip back. she remembered me.
The White Tiger
If you happen to know an english major, play 'find the sonnet'! more of this story to come because i love mary sues and i don't care who knows it! as the great snowstorm subsided, i looked out from under my shelter and strode into the wild again.
Emperor's Shadow: Chapter 22
She gestured with a big grin, “sonnets could be sung and not quite capture their majesty." as the dragon strolled around her, imposing her stature, it was all the kobold could do to not run and hope she wouldn't be caught.
Dream a little dream Ch 3 and the end
Both of them whispering sonnets of love as shear carried the wolf outside. jax trailed behind them. when shear placed the wolf back down on her feet, jax shyly approached.
For You
He whimpers out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as i join him in our sonnet for the night. a feeling of bliss and exhaustion over takes me as my vision begins to blur. i try to hold on but as i look down i see kilter, already pressed against my chest.
Around The Fur - Chapters 1 and 2
It's easier to remember equations than sonnets, i suppose. anyways, the point is, writing is not my 'thing'. i would definitely say it's myles's 'thing', but he insists that i do this. maybe he'll proofread.
Skipping a Generation
No boy had ever written me so much as friendly email after our encounters, much less a romantic sonnet in delicate, practiced handwriting.