You Won't
_I Won't Fall Onto My Knees Again,_ _I Won't Go Down Onto My Knees Again,_ _I Won't Crumble Under the Pain,_ _I Shall Stand Strong before Your Very Presence,_ _I Won't Go Don't Because Of False Love,_ _I Shall Never Again Fall Under Your Spell of...
Against the odds.
He walks over to the wall, slowly banging his head against it wishing he could have the pack of wolves who give him grief show up now and kill him. no such luck as the universe saw fit for him to suffer for his stupidity.
Against the Flow
"i'm undine viper, and if it's a war against your aunt you want, you've come to the right ally." an hour later, they were inside the aquatics center, walking into the changerooms.
Against the Wall
I rolled my hips back against gabriel and once more slobbered all over myself as he began rocking back and forth against me.
Kell and Chris (A Strange Day)
**_I don't know if I will make this a series or not, only I think it's kind of funny. But, I want to see what you guys think first before I go making more chapter to this. All characters will not be stolen and used in other work without My...
Fences (AaO Universe)
"listen, strange as this is, i don't have anything against him.
Getaway: Part 11
#73 of against all odds universe part 11 - the day after the night before, and the penultimate part of the story... where does kaz go from here? _ **part 11** _ tuesday afternoon. the weather had cleared up since the day before.
Power Play (AaO Universe)
My words came out muffled as i struggled against his hold. the paw pad clamped tight to my muzzle made it difficult to breathe, let alone speak.
Advocacy
Lyris sat on one of the three benches set up against the walls, and after the badger had settled himself onto another bench, lyal cuddled up next to him and hugged him gently.
Getaway: Parts 8 & 9
#71 of against all odds universe parts 8 and 9 - another double chapter post for this week. enjoy!
Writer's Block
#76 of against all odds universe been struggling for a while to think up decent ideas for some stories, and to get the motivation to write them...
Hard Labour
I moved my head closer, nose practically pressing against the glass. from there, i could make out a faded, motionless, barely visible silhouette, sitting at an equally nondescript desk.