Survival of the Fittest: Year One - Chapter 4: Reunited
“b-b-but what about…about ozzy? h-h-he's the only one i've ever let…i-i mean-" “it's _not_ your fault, sis. please. trust me on that…it's not your fault. ozzy's not gonna be pissed at you because some pimply creep felt you up.
Good Enough Chapter 11
A few rows back, visible and waving his phone, he saw thomas and, beside him, ozzy and torrie.
Hosting A Host (Collab story written by Ren and Myself)
He was really grateful that ozzy put him on bar duty at the coffee shop.
The Protector and the Peacemaker: Chapter Twelve
"ozzie, how do you feel?" porter asked. "like a truck ran into me," ozzie said, wincing. "but my ribs will heal on their own. droma will bleed to death if you don't fix him." porter looked from ozzie to droma. "are you sure?
The Protector and the Peacemaker: Chapter Thirteen
ozzie blinked. "i can't believe i just heard that come out of your mouth." "why not?" "because you used to worship that guy." ozzie shrugged as best he could. "but anyway, yeah, him.
The Slayer and the Sphinx: Chapter Thirty Three
ozzie sank to his knees and began to tremble. "misty... you're alive!" but how was it possible? master mortoph, himself, had declared her dead the day ozzie had joined the slayers.
Floriculture at its most dangerous
He positioned his big cocks right in front of ozzy's already defiled ass, ready to feel something few of his victims managed to endure. ozzy tried to scream or beg for mercy, but nothing came out except weak moans.
The Great Meeting: Old and New Faces
Some great pieces flew into ozzie and strut's direction, ozzie shoot crimson cracking rays of kinetic force, one of them exploded a rock. and strut produced shoots of plasma, that quickly vaporized the rocks that hit.
The Slayer and the Sphinx: Chapter Forty Five
ozzie interrupted him. "her name is misty!" mortoph rounded on ozzie, but misoki spoke before he could. "you can't talk to my daddy like that!" she screamed, and charged at him.
Good Enough Chapter 2
"ozzy?" "no!"
29: Misplaced
ozzy jests. “i’m more eager to hear her call out my name.” agent sharpe retorts, flashing a sinister grin. bowing her head, krystal’s smile widens as her jaw hangs open. harriet and ozzy both smirk, before glancing toward each other.
The Protector and the Peacemaker: Chapter Nine
"because he's not our enemy," ozzie answered, sheathing his knife and leaning against the tree again. "a satyr killed our..." she froze as ozzie shot her a strange look. "my father."