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.
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.
The Story Teller: Daedalus & Icarus
' icarus cried out as he ran ahead, but daedalus took each step carefully and murmured whispers of numbers as his eyes crept among the walls and passages. ' three to the left...thirty... thirty
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."
A Very Sabre Christmas: A Sabreverse Short
It's thirty....thirty thousand..." chel wobbled and fell onto the bar. nina quickly caught her and held her up. "we need egg nog over here, stat!" chel slapped the table. "gin!" nina frowned. "really, you sure you wanna..."
Helluva Catch [Commission]
Her nose put his age at thirty, thirty two at most and told her he was a fellow smoker. not bad looking, for a human, but nothing she would have looked at twice. _waaaaay_ to narrow in the shoulders for her taste, and yet he seemed to be looking at her.
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?"
Korps -- Bully
“twenty, thirty, thirty-five bucks.” he slid the wallet into the neck hole of eddy’s tee shirt. “not worth stealing anyway. but i don’t care about your money. i do care,” he said, as he pulled eddy’s cell phone out of his jacket pocket, “about this!”
Destination: Sauria Chapter 1: Arrival
Ten minutes became thirty; thirty became an hour, and that hour had passed a pretty long time ago. i glanced to my watch as the late tom petty’s voice sang low in my ear about a face in the crowd, noting with consternation that it was nearly midnight.
A Time of Crisis: Chapter 17
I’d say they are probably thirty, thirty-five miles tops,” he remarks.. “thirty miles? how can you say that so calmly? at this rate they’d be here in a few hours! we have to get out of here!”
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.
A Time of Crisis: Chapter 11
You’re like what thirty?!” “thirty-two to be exact,” he replies. “argh, and you don’t spend all nighters on projects here, with crisis?” “occasionally but not back to back to back like this,” he remarks.