Little Sister: Chapter 3, Photograph
I want to make you my masterpiece." he stood and moved over toward her sitting on the table in front of her couch. he looked at her with his deep blue eyes and smiled disarmingly hoping his artistic approach would convince her. "be my masterpiece."
Cooking By The Book
\>a quick sip of the broth tells you she made another masterpiece; albeit with some mistakes. \>"good?" she asks apprehensively.
Taomerle - Reboot - Book 1
_"he is my masterpiece."_ _"you've said that before. what have you changed in this one."_ _the sound of rushing fluid muffled the voices as they spoke. he knew what the words meant, but he couldn't understand them.
Origin
All i could do was make lopsided stick figures and pointed rainbows, but my father, a hard working lion, still cherished them as if they were some kind of masterpiece.
Life by the Page 6
He had written six novels, none of which were masterpieces in his mind but they fared well on the market. he wondered where he was going, not only with his writing but with himself. did he still want to write for a living?
Dreams: Chapter 3
"yep, open your eyes and behold my wonderful masterpiece that no one else could do in the entire world except for the people who came up with the recipe."
2 - Breathless - Chapter Two
Spreading the substance over my chest, it quickly forms evenly, finishing my masterpiece. turning my head to get better glimpses in the small surgical mirror i was using, i grin. now i know how it feels to be able to smile!
Shower Poke
Just as he expected, the door opened several seconds after he finished his masterpiece, and there was jake. "that's not where my dick is now," the stag said as he stepped into the shower behind the bull, "but that's where it's gonna go."
Machines and Masters
The machine hummed as it was turned on, a real masterpiece of old-tech engineering. it began to suck softly on my cock, tickling me slightly.
THE Christmas Charcuterie
The last snap was auntie bell picking up her accursed, godforsaken platter and setting it next to zack's masterpiece.
Epilogue
Until i made him into what i consider a masterpiece, no one. you would hardly recognize him, simon.
City of Light: Epilogue
Meanwhile, the symphony of slaughter played in the background, each note a masterpiece of desperation. feathers and flesh burned, froze, or melted in waves of acid.