Do the Time
Mistress is going to make me pay for that vase now." "you're damn right she will!!" a familiar male voice alerted psi to the rapid approaching of heavy boots.
Chapter 3 - Life's Fun Again
The crystal pieces on the floor floated up off the carpet, briefly gliding across the room to a table and began re-assembling themselves back into the once broken vase, the pieces floating in air, rotating until they had completely re-built the vase.
Feral: Illusory Nights
I looked away from the small, broken vase and its spilled innards before standing up from my bed and rubbing the back of my head.
Unexpected Friend for Life
And walked towards the store they were at when the girl had broken the vase.
Journey to another world ch38
On the other side of the desk stands the boys mother dressed in a business suit, holding a bunch of flowers in a vase. "he often doesn't find things that makes him happy. so you can imagine my surprise when he asked for this."
The Little Dragon
The vase wasn't particularly important. it was a gift from his mom, along with all the other junk she wanted out of the house when he moved to university.
The Scarlet
The salesman pulled a lever, instants before a stream of green fire erupted out of the lord's crotch, describing a grateful arc through the air in defiance of physics to hit the mouth of a specially spelled vase.
Moments of Transition
Picking up a vase that was set to the side. and holding it over him. "daffodils," adelaide whispered, smiling ... and taking a baited breath. "um ... they're from azure. he thought you might like them.
D.M.O.N. - Chapter 2
She ask entering the living room revealing a nice decent living room, complete with a sofa, table, vase, a flat tv, and two laptops on the table with a man and a red dinosaur beside him waging its tail. "none so far," reply the man.
Taboo Fantasies Abound! M Human X M Ursaring/Infernape
Plus his grandmother's ash vase was still safely out of reach from the both of them on top of the fireplace mantle in the corner.
Two Worlds: Stalk Watch (3)
Kevin replied with a groan and set foot on the second floor, looking down the long, traditional hallway with 1930's pictures lining the wall and oak tables holding 18th century vases, some were antique enough that kevin could sell one for more than a million
Theo the Were-squirrel
His arcs of seed knocking over vases, splatting onto window panes, coating everything...