“BELLY” на українській мові

An umbilical cord extended from Mama’s belly.

He looked at his belly.

Mor lounged on a green velvet couch before the fireplace; Amren sat in Varian’s lap on the matching couch opposite her, Feyre beside them, a hand on her belly.

Light blue scales covered the upper half of its lithe body, white banding covered its belly.

Her heart plummeted into her belly.

Arms of fire snaked out the openings and curled around the outside of the structure, seeming to draw it into the belly of the blaze.

His hand trembled when he skimmed his fingers along her shoulder, over her left breast, and dipped into the concave of her belly.

His shoulder bled where Shkarauthir’s dagger had pierced him, and his lower left hand was pressed against the wound in his belly.

”“You’re our ally,” Feyre said, a hand resting on her belly.

How his brother had been churned and burned by the acidic shit floating around in the belly of this same beast.

He clung to the snowfield on his belly.