Special Training Chapter 2
When we went back out to train the next day, her attacks were as clean and crisp as i've ever seen them.
Refuge - Prologue
December 26, 2018 refuge a story by: full moon fanfictions \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* prologue crisp moonlit night? check.
Lucario, My Hater
A crisp voice interrupted finn's nice breakfast, silent footsteps having gone unnoticed in their approach. “morning, kali," gael said happily. the lucario smiled and nodded.
Until The End of Summer
The bubbles streaming up through the glass cylinder around him made it hard to see, even as he opened his eyes, blinking against the liquid as he watched the silvery shapes drift up towards the crisp white florescent lights.
A Christmas Evening
The mantle place lies against the far wall, careful not to burn the couch to a crisp. colorfulholiday stockings hang below the lit-up mantle like leaves swaying under a tree branch.
Sins Eden - Chapter 1: Winter Heat
The heat had been upon the women of the village that winter; she could still recall the crisp snow that came forth the night it had all begun.
Wolfentraum: The Prologue
Everything about this man was perfect - his suit, his pants, seemed to be a part of him, so perfectly crisp and fitted, it was clear that the clothes wore him.
The Wizard's House of Pleasure 2 So Many Questions
“uh, thanks,” crisp said, blushing. “um, how do…how do we want…” “let’s start with…this.” the leopard pulled his hand over, and soon, crisp got his first real feel of another guy below the belt.
How It Goes - Part 20
Walt winks at him as he carries several bowls of crisps over to the kitchen table. "do you even have to ask? i mean, he's been at the ox." "twice, far as i can remember," walt replies with a chuckle.
Busy Season
"we're being flooded with calls for honey crisp," herkimer said. "they're obsessed with it. they keep hounding me for a picking date. i don't know what to say!" _i hate answering the phone.
A Little Practice
Karen took her seat in front and brought her weapon of choice to its target, stroking the crisp vane along his flesh. the wolf's other hand was placed over his thigh in case he moved too much for her liking.
Sensitive Information
The russian spy still pumped the deer steadily with her hand while she took her sweet time in undoing the last button of the crisp shirt.