Grapes
**grapes** "yes, you have a very nice backside, dear.' said the mustang, smiling, his eyes focused intimately in hers. his hands on her rump. folding denim. broad crimson tail tipped with white. "and what about my breasts, darling?
Housepets: Curse of the Werenut, Chapter Six
"hey, peanut," grape said. peanut's eyes opened wide, and he turned to look at her. "grape!" he shouted, half in shock, half in joy. he leaped from his seat and wrapped his arms around her. "grape, i thought you were going to die!"
Housepets: Curse of the Werenut, Chapter Five
"grape? grape!" as the rest of grape's vision faded, leaving her in the dark embrace of sleep, the last thing she saw was peanut kneeling down to pick her up.
Housepets: Curse of the Werenut, Chapter Four
"i won't," grape promised. "peanut will be safe with me." "no, i meant don't let anything happen to you." before grape could process what she had said, tarot turned and ran back towards her house. grape looked at her own house and gulped nervously.
Housepets: Curse of the Werenut, Chapter Three
"grape said he got struck by lightning," mr. sandwich went on. "she was in tears over the whole thing." the vet turned to look at grape, who instinctively shrank into the corner just in case he decided to pull a needle out.
Housepets: Curse of the Werenut, Chapter Two
He looked up at grape, his expression grave, "grape, tell me exactly what happened." "i- i don't really know," grape admitted. "we were just walking home from the movie, and suddenly everything got really bright.
Housepets: Curse of the Werenut
Tears of worry running down her face, grape gingerly took peanut's prone form in her arms and picked him up. being a puppy, he was lighter than a full grown dog, but grape still had a hard time moving him.
The Drowning of Grape
She sounded worried over the phone but grape was sure king was just fine.
On the Grape-Vine
. :3 heard it on the grape-vine. © tsumi moogle '12 characters © themselves. the path had certainly changed, in those past months.
Sour Grapes
Staring at the chair for a second, jesse reminded himself: don't be the fox's sour grapes. don't wind up dead. \*\*\* the gilded elevator closed silently. jesse was alone.
Joads Grapes
Violet followed the radio signal and lead hundreds of grapes rolling along the ancient blasted ground. it had been two generations since the grapes had been to war.
Stacy: The New Dog on the Block Ch. 2
#4 of stacy: the new dog on the block chapter 2: a new dog on the block "grape!... chapter 2: a new dog on the block "grape! grape!"