1.9 - Never So Clean
thirty, thirty-two? something like that. older than me. "well, i'm sorry. i'm not trying to question your skills. i just ... " he took another drink of water. "also, you didn't really answer my question."
(Slasher) The Ass-Lacerating Lass Assassin
One, two, three, thirty ... thirty-six deaths had been at her paws. what restitutions could she make? sobbing, delia went to her writing desk, took out a fountain pen and paper, and begin scrawling her suicide note.
Domesticating the Dom pt 1
Let's go for thirty." thirty?! dennis yelled in his mind. there's no way i can- another strike hit him, forcing a whine out of him as he clenched his fists and toes. "two." he panted, squeezing shut his eyes as he felt the whip hit him again.
How to Ruin a Gym
thirty, thirty-five, forty. the raccoon's pace was growing faster; it wasn't a warm-up anymore, but an exhibition as his arms looked pumped. logan gulped as he stared at those mighty limbs looking fuller than before. fifty, sixty, seventy.
Taking the cure Chap 2
"thirty... thirty percent... but... but..." the pink coyote tried his best to protest, but as he looked into the older males eyes. blain knew that mr.
DREADWOLF Chapter 55 to 59
thirty, thirty six-, the numbers became unreadable just a solid spinning blur as the orb began to glow red with raw heat. a faint whine filled the air, growing louder as the orb began to vibrate and the blur span even faster.
The Taste of Terror Chapter 6: Part I
"thirty - thirty-two - oh... m-my god. please, my friends, family, they'll think... i... please, you have to let m-" "hush." the slightest silkiness of a predatory growl tinged damian's smooth tones, talon again pressed to his prey's lips. "calm, alex.
The Halls of House Piram
One person told becomes ten, ten becomes thirty, thirty becomes fifty! and if one even hears hint that the empress herself will be visiting, well, suddenly everyone in the kingdom will learn of your party's existence. 'but who was throwing this party?'
Last chances
"thirty... thirty-two..." the cruiser was now at its design maximum speed -- 32 megajärvi, or 2.7 light years per day. "thirty-four... thirty-five," she finally said, and her voice carried a note of relief. "we're at thirty-five." "the engines?"
Chapter 3
"thirty? thirty hours? no? thirty days?" he nodded, and rika relaxed a little. she had time to prepare, both mentally and physically.
And With His Many Jagged Teeth 7 - They Walked Through Hellish Lands
"about...thirty, thirty-one maybe?" "whut you do when you were...my age?"
Love Locust - 1/3
"one hour thirty, thirty-five meters, the gray hoodie now passing in front of the jerry's vibrators." "i can see him! how can you tell he's a cat? his clothes hide him well." "they do not conceal his motions.