Marblecliff Chronicals 4
peterson, billy goat malimia watters, otter f/23mr.
Werewolf in Love
peterson. yeah he's upstairs, we're just on our way back home." max heard a voice that sounded like bill and then heard the door open and close. "max time for dinner!" his mom screemed towards the cieling.
Prosperity and Darkness Chapter One
But will peterson was a survivor. his grandfather had spoken of what it was like to have running water pumped to your home directly, while some of the recovered towns and some of the newer ones had it; it was still enough of a rarity.
Another Shade Darker in the Moonlight
peterson. this is so much more fun than the other foster homes. " "this isn't foster care anymore maggie. i'm your adoptive father." "well then daddy, do me now! a little incest can go a long ways!"
Used and Abused
Show everyone how much of a _slut_ you are, ian peterson." ian could do nothing more than take the abuse at this point. the panther laughed and walked away, putting on his clothes and fading into the nearby forest.
Deeper into the Wilderness
"you're edward peterson. and i'm hoping to the heavens that you still have your ring." he lifted a front paw. "you mean this thing?" she nodded. "it's just like mine, see?" he looked and agreed.
Looking to the Future
"my name's edward peterson ma'am, and if it's all the same to you, i'd like it very much if you'd keep it down. i think i've been on a marathon for the past week and i feel like shit." he failed to notice he was speaking in russian.
Of Moonlight and Madness
"sweet dreams maggie peterson." "sweet dreams father." in the morning, she was awakened by the persistent beep of an alarm. it was edward's cell phone. she smacked at the table until she found it and turned it off.
Chapter 1 - John and Cynthia
peterson, it's dr. marx again. your friend is here to see you." "cynthia?" he asked. she rushed to his side and took his hand. "i'm right here, john. how are you feeling?"
Trouble Brewing (Chapter6, Act1, Book2)
Rick peterson. _rick peterson_. but it was wrong... it was all wrong. he was propped up as though he should have been watching the creature, but his eyes were sewn shut with thread.
Mind Over
Just because my name is albert peterson now, doesn't mean they won't be able to recognize me. i took another hit and coughed as i exhaled. damn this was good shit.
Don't Fence Me in - Chapter One - An Unexpected Gift
"old man peterson, blind son of a bitch he is - couldn't tell a damn doe from a buck - and...well - this poor little thing, i couldn't bring myself to put her out of her misery - what, her mother done for and all, now - no time for talking boy, get your ass