Tinker, tailor, soldier, demon - Part four of "Cry me a Murder"
I had taken something from the abyss that day; i shifted twice and had siphoned energy into irene to keep her alive. in return, it was damn near impossible to change back into my human form.
Donum Solis: Familia
irene! do i need to pick up anything since we have a guest?" cleo's dad yelled out. "we should be fine, and you can spare a bit yourself, greg!" cleo's mom irene shouted teasingly. greg shook his head lightly and laughed.
Roth Tales 07
"that's irene getting home. i better get over there and help her, the kids can be a handful and she's had them all day. have you ever been around otter kids?" he looked over at the two inquisitively. "a few, in school."
The Mook Maker, Chapter 57: Above The Flesh and Bones
"you should be irene and you... michealla!" | **unit named! irene, the named fleshspeaker.** **unit named!
Fierce 6. In Pursuit of Life
"five days ago, herman, irene, and donald were found dead. they were all thought to be the victims of a hate crime, since all three were open... uh-" "furries." my voice squeaked the word out.
Enochian: Book 1, Chapter 9
And not just the irenic military guys, either, some guys in really scary armor!" "wonderful."
Wolfy's Woes
"oh hush irene, he has to learn what to do with it somehow." she smirked at irene, the tall golden retriever sitting opposite of her and facing wolfy directly.
Enochian: Book 1, Chapter 8
These people might not like the irenic military very much, but i think they hate being stuck in a crossfire even more."
Bocksprünge
Der ziegenbock knetete die arschbacken des iren, wã¤hrend finn einen arm um ihn legte und mit der anderen hand seinen penis massierte.
Cry Me a Murder (part five): Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Demon
The last photos were troubling, as they showed me in the company of irene. we were holding hands, strolling down main street. "why are you showing me this?"
Rendezvous, Part One
irene stewart, wisely, had taken nothing but salad. jack took a piece of not-bread, and pulled it apart. the material stretched and deformed; when he let go, it sprung disconcertingly back into bread-slice shape. "yes."
Evokation / Book IV: The Hanged Man / Part 10
Cherry reached up and squeezed his shoulder gently, dressed in an old irenic military uniform: the best clothes they could dredge up at the moment.