“Sap.” He insulted but the word didn't affect Crow's smile.
“There is always a choice, even at great risk.” Nesmir countered her.
"There were trees every which way I looked.”
"Just give it time, he'll come around...eventually"Grandpa George, Knights of Geomora
With one human down, the undead turned their attention to her, their grimy, bloodied hands reaching out for fresh meat.
“Mertensia? All the way out here?”
I hope that makes sense that I mean flowers
“Let's give it a ten minute walk at least.”
wow has it really been 11hrs? doesn't feel like it. im still so awake.
“Yes, please.” Hari the hunter pleaded. “I can’t walk another step.”
With Tristan, her beloved Tristan...the reward.
He sniffled weakly as he reached up to grab the middle of Crow's back with his hand.
"It is his home."
(char limit met now! )
The witch had lost her wits, he told himself, or else she was truly the most powerful being there could be.
Matt gave a humorless chuckle as he opened his second can of beer. "Say that ten years ago and people think you're fucking Jesus Christ curing cancer, AIDS, and all that shit. Say it now and people think you're a murderer."
He had to be!
As I turned to head back towards the street, I felt someone's hand cover my mouth from behind.
"You are now Lord of the Turnips. Turnip people.”
She had just left his house, but she could hardly wait for the next chance to see him again.
"I’ve tasted your lips already this night and I would taste them again."- Prince Amun-Khet from my Tapas BL novel "Phoenix and Jackal. Things are getting hot in the latest chapter! Check it out.
The last thing she saw was the face of the undead woman in her dreams… and she smiled.300 undead. Open up a bottle, Matt. I’m coming.
Once inside the structure, it was rather boring and dark.
lol well it's a sentence
The guilt that he shoved inside of his beloved, again and again, bloodied water splashing against stained white porcelain.