year unknown, Jamie S. Rich, Phillip Buchanon , The Supernals Experiment (Hillcrest Publishing Group, →ISBN), page 167:
Patton was trying to shake off the kick, but Tuwanda could see she had done the damage she'd intended. He was still laughing, but there was a wheezing sound layered just underneath it. He spoke, but the words were halting. He had to take a breath between every couple of syllables. “That's what...hnnng...I'm talking...hnnng...about.” Only one of them might have been trained in hand-to-hand combat, but Tuwanda saw that he had left her an opening. She charged him, ...
2005 March 10, JPD (username), checking in, in alt.support.stop-smoking, Usenet:
Hehe, it's great pumping yourself up by pretending to talk to someone
else. I'm of course talking to myself as much as I'm talking to Crystal.
Just sounds a bit less loony if I do it like this. My wife looks
rather worried when I'm going "Come on David, you can do it, you can do
it man, one day at the time, you can do it motherfucker, Hnnng, hnnng,
yeah, you're so tough, you're so strong, come on motherfucker, don't
smoke, one day at the time, Hnnng, HNNNG, COME ON MOTHERFUCKER YOU CAN
year unknown, Darcy Coates, Ghost Camera, Black Owl Books:
“Hnnng.” Jenine dropped her head onto the counter in frustration. “The picture, Bree. I think there are ghosts in the picture.” “And she's hallucinating, too!” Bree cried, but she picked up the Polaroid to have a second look. For the first time since Jenine had entered the store, Bree lapsed into silence. Her smile faded into bewilderment, which in turn morphed into intrigue. Without saying a word, she set the photo on the counter then disappeared into the storeroom at the back of the shop.
2010, Li Cunxin, Mao's Last Dancer (Movie Tie-In), Penguin (→ISBN):
“Watch your tongue!” Our niang gave him a stern look. “You would give us all away before Cunxin. He is our family's crown jewel,” Cunyuan continued. “You are all my treasures,” our niang said. “I love each one of you. I would rather die than give any of you away!” “Hnnng!” Cunyuan was sounding bitter, disgruntled. “Hnnng what? Have I done any less for you?”
“Hnnng,” Atlas groaned, then did as he was ordered, very literally. The guy fell about three inches, then plopped on the floor when his feet went right out from under him. Atlas cracked a slow, satisfied smirk. “O...kay.” “Psssh!” Sara hissed.
2017, Marie Harte, All I Want for Halloween (Sourcebooks, Inc., →ISBN):
Gear stirred, and she ran her hand over his chest, stroking lightly. He was so much more than a personality on TV. So what the hell was he doing with her? “I know you're up,” he said, his voice rumbly. Busted. “Come on. I want to take you somewhere. Let me clean up real quick.” He moved fast when he wanted to. Darting out of bed, he shut himself in her bathroom and emerged moments later looking fresh and clean, though that shadow of a beard was sexy hot. “Your turn.” “Hnnng.” ...