She gave Ajax a stern look, and he immediately slinked back behind Theodore to retreat from her anger.
“Be sure to shampoo your hair!”
I feel like I've made such a dent and great progress so far today! Huzzah!
While Crow executed 'search and destroy', the maid looked around the cabinets.
Honestly my writing kind of sucks at the moment, but I'm just getting on with it because that's the only way to get out of this block. Here it is anyway:
I try to speak, but resolve to coughing and gagging, unable to point or shout as Gwen escapes me again.
“Let me out! Let me out! Let me out!” Her screams echoed around her, and her vision started to waver. Just as the panic was taking complete hold, she felt more than heard a calm voice, somehow inside her head and outside at the same time.
“Imma save us both some trouble and assume Will ordered you to wait for me.”
Dry wit lol
The shape-shifting prince is blushing happily, though it’s obvious that he’s trying to hide it.
luulen et naapurit tulis ovelle sillai anteeks mut voitko lopettaa mitä vittuu
roughly translates to;
"I think my neighbours would come knocking on my door like excuse me but could you stop what the fuck"
This one of mine sounds kinda funny without context:
Summer leaves the room.
I thought I'd lost you.
Irritation sunk through all of the man's bones as he waited for the young man to make a sound.
Her smile widened as her lips parted to speak her answer.
In her case, it is hard to tell what of her odd behavior is due to communing with the Ercos Aghor and what is because she was raised by fae.
(I'm writing down the lore for one of my stories so I can keep track of it as it's starting to get extensive.)
Crow spread his arms wide as if to say balance was his superpower but it just made Will laugh at him.
"Oh, right, I keep forgetting how short you humans’ lifespans are."
His step-son was actually using a pet name!
A knock came at the door, followed by Sara's cool voice shattering the silence like a cup falling to the ground and shattering to pieces.
One of the first things he was taught by the backstage crew in his old drama club was how to sew by hand.
Without any pretense, she then sidled up to Schuler with a large sigh, “I’m sorry again for what happened the other day.”
But, would it really be that horrible to be loved by someone like me?