Virtually Real Chapter 72: Forgetting Reality
Then there is remo and i. we're unique since we can switch places." "damn it remy! now isn't a good moment. hi dad." "oops, seems he was counseling a kid. luckily the kid wasn't talking so remo didn't miss anything." i shook my head.
Another Gay Furry Romance Story: Day 1: When Harold met Cutie
Harold and remo danced on. after the song ended, remo led harold with a firm grasp of his paw to an unoccupied table. they both sat down, and remo immediately began to talk to harold about himself, without giving harold a chance to respond.
Another Gay Furry Romance Story: Day 2: The Romance Continues
"hello remo." i might as well apologize, he said to himself. "look, about last night..." remo averted his eyes to the ground, as he interrupted harold. "i know...
The Quiet One
Nbsp; by: remo
Violet moon
"command said they couldn't get you so i took a predator and decided that kevol is really nice this time of the year. she blushed getting some wounded and dead onto the ship karu carrying stevenson and the nearly dead remos.
My night Before X-Mas
-remo blockade- 12-25-2009
02 - Hora de cierre
Raúl, sin inmutarse, jaló una barra para comenzar a hacer una serie de remos. confundido, ramón observó y notó que el hombresote tenía audífonos, todo lo que había sacado de su pecho se había perdido entre música rock.
Aux Armes
remo coordinates all the regulations and shared infrastructure... i figured they wouldn't like moody going off-script. jean-paul, our svp for external comms and public relations, he wanted to go public. remo quashed the story.
A Glimpse into Darkness Chapter 1
By: remo h. blockade the tires hummed under the toyota as they traveled down the darkened streets of elizabeth town new jersey.
The Good Die Young - Chapter 1: A Happen-Sword Stance
As chance would have it just the other day when walking back to the academy he had bumped into the grounds keeper, some decrepit old terrier mutt that had been around as long as the city of remo itself.
07 - Framed
'what are you talking about, remo?' grumbled kels, the burliest one of the group and their leader. 'you're just seeing shadows.' 'fog or not, i still gotta go.' said another bandit and headed for the edge of the trees.
Murder Noir. Part One.
It was a warm New Mexico night. The air was tainted with exhaust fumes and cigarette smoke, The red and blues of the police cars flashing over every surface. Cops swarmed behind the yellow police tape taking pictures of the mutilated corpse that lay in...