Suffering the Experiments of the Dragon
Why else would a beggar sign up to be a soldier, or a soldier sign up for a special operation that was more likely than not to get him killed?
Play Nice... Or Else...
Or else... by: rakuen growlithe disclaimer: i do not own pokemon or any related franchises. volsar belongs volsar. grim belongs to mrgrim. the bible is not a literal account of creation and should only be read metaphorically.
Dasher paws for your pleasure
So me and my mast.....um friend have been doing a rp for a long time and I was told he realy liked this bit and I should upload it So back story you\* found one of the secret places the special deer who pull Santa's slay live during the year and since...
Where Else to Turn (wip)
#1 of where else to turn wip of something i'll be doing for a very long time. marked as adult because i allow my characters to explore freely and mold there own story. o_o i created the name not the person so they will be who they want to be.
Ryan's Adventure
You are hurt after all and i don't want anything else to happen to you." banjo opens the door to his house and motions ryan to enter. when ryan enters he sees it's a fairly small sized house.
A Taste of Something Else ~ Chapter 1
#1 of a taste of something else [patreon novel] daniel is a college student in a pretty okayish relationship with william, a mutt he met in high school.
A Taste of Something Else ~ Chapter 2
#2 of a taste of something else [patreon novel] c: busy busy! here's chapter 2!
Everyone Does It with Everyone Else
Takes a winged bow as the curtains open everyone does with everyone else it was the morning of christmas eve, the warmest christmas in years. candy was in the bathroom following an early morning shower.
A Taste of Something Else ~ Chapter 3
#3 of a taste of something else [patreon novel] sorry it took so long! i've been busy! here's chapter 3 of this story!
A Taste of Something Else ~ Chapter 4
William looked as if he had something else to say to me, but just as he started to say it, his voice failed him and instead turned into a deep growl of a moan. so i must have been doing something right.
Something else
Something else standing at the bus stop alice stood, high socks skirt white shirt and her long red hair out fluttering in the wind revealing her ear-phones, she stood there waiting for the bus not paying attention to anyone else but her music softly
Ch. 1: Walls at seige
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*BEEP!!!!BEEP!!!BEEP!!!!\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "Ugh!!" I rolled over and slapped the clock so hard it flew off my dresser. "I HATE mornings" I yelled at myself. It was a Tuesday in October. The cold air creeped...