The Raccoons: No Refusal
Bert, dressed in all black shirt, pants and knit cap stared at the young female raccoon, his eyes ablaze with lunacy. his voice was completely calm when he spoke., "i had a key to your house that bentley gave me.
While You Were Sleeping
They were a tight knit group, prone to infighting but never in a serious manner, and well known over a wide area for the sizable domain that they called their own.
The Top of The Tower: Like Rabbits Do
He cooed with knit brows. millie slowly sat up and wrapped her arms around her father, who held her close. "oh dad, of course i trust you and mom. i've just been so mixed up since halloween night. i feel like i've had a curse put on me..."
Potions I
Wriggling the merged toes on each foot, connor tried getting traction on the smooth stone while his black, dirty nails cracked and knitted together.
Kinktober Day Five - Mirror Sex and Spanking
Her brows knit together, and she brought her hands to the bat's shoulders, careful of her wings as she pulled on her shoulders. "get up." her voice was still a cool demand, and she instantly watched worry flit across the bat's features.
Together Forever - Chapter 3
I blinked a few times and sat up, struggling for a brief moment to escape from the tangle of hand-knitted blankets around me."julie," her voice whispered from beside me. "what happened?"
MoonDust, Chapter 16
Bruce's voice sounded tight, his brow knitted with worry. "an accident? a preemptive strike?" "whatever it was, it was big," said jack. "you could watch the black cloud spreading, pushing all the little white ones along before it...
Rich In Health
Their tails coiled together, their bodies tangled, and their fingers knit together. yu took bai's virginity and claimed her as his mate that day, on the cool mountain peak overlooking all else.
I was built for this...
His head knitting back together into a solid shape once more.
Sky Ocean Chapter 1
She tucked the tattered old book, aptly named: "the falling of man" under her pillow before clicking off her bed side lamp and bundling up beneath her home knitted blanket, desperate for warmth in the chilly nebraskan night.
chapter one::inside the box
"this email won't delete." she explains, her brows knitting. her husband reaches over her shoulder, and does some complicated set of keystrokes. the email is still there, but the design of the page is now mauve. "clever," she remarks.
Transformation Story: Out to Sea
The strange sensation went from his hips all the way down to his ankles, and he was helpless but to watch as his legs gradually knitted together, the skin reaching out in strands to connect his legs together.