My Fellow Novelists, Copy and Paste a Paragraph From Your Novel that You’re Proud of!

I'm not sure others would agree. But I'm a sucker for cliffhangers.

Walking down the dirt, rocky overgrown path. Parts of the ground got flooded from the heavy thick rain. Small little rocks rolled down the steep parts making little waterways. Trying to keep his balance, still has he felt his chest heavy he took a single step, before feeling his stomach sink. His heart skip a pace, just like when you go to step an extra step on a staircase, that doesn’t exist. Jared could only see the ground before him coming closer to his face. A rock caved underneath his foot.

This is from my first short story in the collection of The Love We See in the Stars.
I really like the way I've written it and I really enjoyed writing this scene. Love to share it <3

When he closed his eyes, the wind became gentle, a way for me to go near him. He opened his eyes, and he saw me. He looked breath taken by my presence. I saw the color of his misty eyes, similar to an enchanting evening. His ash blonde hair was beautiful and mesmerizing. He finally smiled. I knew at least because of me he felt much better than he was before.

I decided to fly away. I hope to see him again when the sky of late night had no stars. I came to the open window of my room and lay on my bed. I had to wait for the morning light to come to transform back to who I really was. I often wondered how it happened. Maybe it was not the time for me to know. All I kept thinking was if that guy would remember me, even if I was just a beautiful butterfly.

oh jeez- I'll try to find a good one.

"Yes, Sir" I touched my forehead and found my finger tips bright red, dripping with rubies. He stopped shaking the cage and I looked up to see him smiling.

"Good boy. Once we get out, you'll be my bird forever" He gave me an eerie smile that registered through my cracked eyes. "Now stay quiet" he put the cage under his arm and my head slid and hit the cage bars again. Every step he took, my blood would run and slip through the bars, leaving an evidence trail behind us. I wanted to tell him to stop moving so fast but I knew he wouldn't listen. My soul already defeated, I began to slip into slumber when he rattled the cage.

"I need you awake" was all he said.

As if completely unaware to disturbance she bends her neck and places her forehead to her son's. "I love you" she whispers through a smile. A few muttered words escaping her lips as a bolt of lightning pierces the sky, the rumble of thunder shaking the earth below. The baby rocketing away from danger as the King's blade slashes across his mother neck.

This is the ending paragraph to my prologue

From my fantasy novel, The Sovereign3.

Coughing and gasping, the boy leaned his cheek against the side of the wooden tub. Steam swirled over his body in thick suffocating tendrils, and the scent of floral perfume made him want to gag. He wanted to go back under, where it wasn't so bright, wasn't so loud and clamorous, where the only thing he had to think about was how long he could hold his breath.

So far, he'd been able to last for three minutes, fourteen seconds. He wondered if he could get to four minutes if he tried again. Sucking in one large breath, Tammamori dipped back under the water, his long dark hair floating to the surface as a sort of shade blocking out the light above him. A small amount of the soapy water managed to go up his nose, and he lost a gulp of air from the beginning. Still he decided to stay under. He began counting. One, two, three, four, five, six… Was it a good idea to do this? Who knew what might happen in the world while the King was submerged under a fragrant, soapy cover.

Sooooo spoilers are present, but it is from a section that's posted on Tapas already (the paragraph I'm really proud of actually isn't up on Tapas yet, but Soon™

At that, Will frowned. “I don't need my...” His words drifted off. Will had finally noticed that Crow's eyes weren't their brilliant golden color anymore- they weren't catching the light in odd surreal ways or sparkling like metal. They were a beautiful sapphire blue, not too dark, but not pale either. Their color was rich, and deep, as if they housed the ocean themselves.

My senses would often cause me pain by bombarding me with more stimulus than I could handle. And when I was overwhelmed, the old screams were at their loudest. The nurses tried their best to accommodate my condition. The poor women...I was a terror to them. I would yell at them, call them fools, and even throw things at them. I was particularly nasty to one young nurse named Katherine.

A few years back, I tracked Katherine down to the Waters of Life hospital here in Mainline. Fate, I suppose, sometimes works to the benefit of man and monster. I paid her a visit as Lee Walker and she remembered me not as a terror but as a poor suffering soldier that she prayed for every night and had kept in her prayers after the war.

She laughed when I apologized for how I behaved. She said it was not me that thrashed about and threw pillows at her but my sickness and that she was glad I was functioning in civilian life.

I cried. I cried because of how much she truly believed what she said. How I wish I could have been just Lee Walker home from the war--just to keep such a noble a person from having to tell a lie!

I asked Katherine to keep praying for me and she told me she would.

Later, I had George Douglas slip a wallet full of money into her purse with a note attached saying to keep it and that it was a gift. I wanted some good to come to Katherine from my life, but all I could think of was to give her money.

What else could I have done?

I hope it brought her some good, what little I could do for her.

From:

I thought it illustrated a lot of things about the Trespasser at once--his hopeless resignation that he is a monster to his core, his pathetic helplessness when it comes to interacting with people outside his colorful pulp-world, and how he keeps normal people at arm's length because he fears his inherent violence will spread to them.

I have to say that my current favorite is when Philip meets Vivian for the first time...

When he got to the auditorium he noticed the door open a crack. Going in he saw someone wearing a way too large black and purple hoodie. They were standing awfully close to edge of the stage and just looking up. Philip saw what was about to happen before their foot even slipped and he ran forward as fast as he could. Philip somehow ended up catching them in both arms in the bridal carry position.

When Philip looked down his first thought was that he had caught himself his princess.

The transfer student had clutched their eyes closed in anticipation of the force of the fall. He had pale skin that blushed quickly when he opened his pale violet eyes to see that he had been caught and was safe. Philip’s heart started to beat faster at the sight of the guy in his arms shyly looking away, his pitch black bangs fluttering back in place to hide his face.

Philip immediately knew in his heart that this was going to be his one to live happily ever after with.

Bastian hunched down to meet Erska’s eye level. As he reached to touch her hair, she simply gazed at the horizon as she blinked spontaneously while her cheeks turned pinkish every passing second. Her coral shaded lips began quivering as she breathed in and out slowly. Gold lines under her eyes became runny as little droplets emerged. As wails erupted, she rolled in her fingers into a ball, pointed nails against her skin. Unable to control herself, her palms closed on her lips as she bit her hand hard in order attract no passer by whomsoever.

I'm really proud of most scenes where a core trait of a character is showcased; like Finny's obsessive flirting, Zeph being all worried about appearances (and inversely, moments where he forgets to worry about it) or when someone is reminded exactly why Arai is the Boss. I just feel I write those ones better than other scenes. The excerpt I decided to share here is from Chapter 9:

“Mary?” Hannah freezes at the soft cry that comes from the bed. Realizing that Adrian is still asleep, she turns back to her task instead of going to get the other maid. It takes awhile but once she is sure that the fire won’t die back down, Hannah gets up to start on the rest of her morning chores. That’s when she hears another sob. “Don’t leave me.” It is obvious now that the youth is having some kind of nightmare, but is the chance of him being angry with her worth waking him up from it. Who knows what could happen. As every moment that she can feel the sadness coming from the bed passes, her fear is overwhelmed by a stronger feeling of sympathy. Before long, it is too much. Without even thinking, she walks towards the boy to comfort him. It isn’t until her soothing wakes him that she realizes her mistake.

How could any human’s eyes be so black? This is no scared child in need of being saved from a night terror. This thing before her is a storm whose rage she has incited. Despite its obvious scowl which radiates darkness, the thing suddenly smirks. “Quite bold of you, girl, to try sneaking into your master’s bed while I sleep.” Hannah leaps from the corner of the bed that she had been leaning on a moment before, stumbling a few steps back as she did. The sense of danger that swirls in the air around the bed reminds her of her fear from earlier.

"Sam." He turned and smiled at me. I too forced a smile...I'm really not good with boys.

How could I be, I hardly got any chance to talk or be friendly with any boy other than Chetan. I don't know whether I'm interested in my best buddy or not, but I want to feel a love that consume me, drive me crazy and make me forget my name. Chetan is too good to be attractive to me, maybe that's the reason he never succeeded in reaching deep down to the core. He supports me every time I know, but he never understood that **the one who will win over me will be the one who will win me.**

I'm craving for someone who is manful enough to stand in front of me, lionhearted to change my decisions and amply brave to express his emotions openly to me. Maybe only then he could probably find a way to my clumsy yet complicated heart. He should be in love with me, the real me and never wish to do any changes in my crazy habits, not even intentionally. He should understand me even better than I understand myself...love me even more than I love myself, the list is endless.

So to cut long story short, I want someone to be head over heels for me, so that I could submit myself wholly. I wish for a man, the one with the real manhood. The one, who can put himself in danger, can sacrifice anything for me, can kill anyone for me well I won't wish him to do that one but I just meant he carries intentions of protecting me. I don't want a normal simple guy, somewhere I desire for someone dangerous, someone complicated, someone passionate, someone 'Unique'. Frankly saying, **I'd love to be loved by a villain.**

Time for me to revive a thread. Really wanted to post a snippet from today's release that I'm really happy to have worked up!

Daiden checked his feet and sighed a little. He wiped his blood on the silver of his armour and altered the pace of his breaths, forcing another clash between inner auras. His white receded to the rage of a jade colour, in an outline around his body. He jumped, then again, and forward this time. With an adjusted grip, he reeled his arm, assuming the stance of a spear-bearer. He bit his lip and held to his position, mid-air, shaking his head to clear the sweat from his eyebrows.

“Jade Serpent’s Breath,” chanted Daiden, in a tremble. He shot his sword at Laella and descended, tapping at his spatial ring to arm another sword.

ah, this is such a wonderful thread 🥺

here's mine, from my book 'thin':

Mason raises his head, completely aware of how close their faces are. But trying not to pay any mind to how his breath hitches at the nearness; so close that he can feel Ayaan’s breath on his lips, he shakes his head a little and says, “We didn’t ask to be brought into this world, Ayaan.” He closes his eyes and leans the last inch forward so their noses brush in the slightest. “The least our parents can do is make us feel welcome.”

and my book 'obscure':

Then she’s turning around and walking away without so much as another glance in his direction and Lucas feels his heart beat faster and faster with every inch of distance between them that she increases. He’s always thought scenes in movies where everything slows down into a cacophony to exaggerate the weight of the situation for the character are obtuse and unnecessary, but it really does feel like the universe gives him a few extra seconds to gather his bearings so he can open his mouth and breathe out a rushed, “Wait!”

From my novel Jade Kingdoms!

Incandescent were the lights of the surrounding windows, leaving beauty to linger in a place known to allow one to so easily lose their sense of self. Light, however, did not reach the eyes of the Princess as her concentration bored into the depths of the breach of distorted time, peering between layers of existence and moments captured.

Images came and went, the flicker of moments see-through and too vague to distinguish unique traits of whatever the rogue Jade Veins wanted to unveil.

The Glass Tower does nothing to increase its wards, indicating that to its knowledge nothing was out of the ordinary. Be it because it cannot distinguish the danger in a field of time or simply because it doesn't think of it as anything hazardous, Suren was incapable of understanding. The voice commanding her action earlier was neither male nor female, far too distorted and stretched thin to be familiar. She stays perfectly still, neither frozen nor pinned in place but vaguely settled to be on the receiving end.

Sight is not used here, in between the layers of time and moment, but the Jade Princess feels rather than knows her Third Eye being pried open and kept absorbing everything that ever was, is and will be.

What a great idea for a thread! <3

A group of females huddled in the corner, linked by their arms in a fleshy tesseract. She had been screaming at these frightened women until it felt like her voice dissolved. She looked at the silvery skin on her hands. Then at the fearful assembly before her. These weren’t Apokoliptians. Where was she? She backed up and the hive of eyes followed her with anxiety. Her back pressed against something. She slid her arms across its surface. A window had stopped her. She switched her position to face it, mutedly lifting the bottom pane. The city was unfamiliar. Fire pits weren’t screeching through the air in tumultuous glints. There wasn’t any sound at all. The scene before her was a pool of undisturbed purity.

Until she noticed bloody clouds rolling across the sky in splashes of nocturne.

They were here.

A horrid giggle ruptured from her system.

“This world will end… But I will live.”

She launched herself out the window. Suddenly she was upon ground aching with the dendrites of her molten homeworld. Terrain gasped as vermilion streaks of lava dichotomized the area. Liquescent patterns from the ancients spread across the ground in search of prey. An entire world devoured by luminous artifacts from an unknown source. She looked towards an area where light threatened to destroy her retinas. A figure reached towards three objects in praise.

Just a tiny little translated paragraph of my BL and sports light novel ASS! of BIKE:

The media was only interested in results. Stage wins. Nice stories about cinnamon rolls, about farmers in the village meeting up for public viewing whenever Olav, their hero, swung himself into the saddle.

Olav had fought desperately and worked hard. For months he did everything possible to keep his stamina high while his right arm had to heal. And the only thing which helped him not going insane during that long time was him: that one bottom.

That one bottom which could only be one of four. Four sprinters who, like him, had fought eagerly for every inch on the final sprint.

At the end the headline "Olav, our cinnamon roll hero!" was on page one of all daily newspapers and showed him crying of joy while the other four sprinters had lowered their heads deadly exhausted.

He knew their names and how he could have reached them.

But let's face it, what kind of man would react to a "Hello, can I see your ass so I know if I'm into you?" with a "Yeah, sure! Can you see it clearly this way, or should I ride my bike?"

…

Nobody. That's for sure.

Hi!

Title: Not Again

Genres: BL, Romance, Supernatural

Summary: Two university students are facing hardships in their private life but they don't share it because afraid of losing each other. One of them becomes a supernatural individual and that is the last drop that makes his efforts to become a better person crumble down, bringing him back to the origins.

Will your novel contain mature content:? Absolutely YES!

Here you are the part of my novel that I am proud of, in fact, I always get butterflies when I read it

I quickly turn to face Cheng who looks at me bleary before I get closer to his ear “I am going to get a drink while you have some fun… You have company down there.” I add bitterly, stepping back with a sour smile, so sour that I too don’t know why it turned from that to a sad and resentful one.

My friend quickly crosses his arms behind my neck and totally leans on me, dancing at the rhythm of the tunes. His body entangles with mine while he slowly let his hands slide down my back until he reaches my hips; clenching them like he doesn’t want me to go. I deeply inhale his lemony perfume that inebriates all my senses, he is so close that our cheeks can touch if I move my head by only one inch. I can feel his hot body screaming for attention that I can’t give him, confusing mine and my mind by feeling excited and disappointed at the same time. I can’t let myself go in front of him, especially not in front of many people that know him.

I laugh a bit rising my eyes and noticing some people looking at us, but I can’t get myself to step back yet “I don’t want to have fun with others… I only want you.” he confesses sweetly in my ear. Cheng pulls me against him like we were not close enough, grinding his body on mine while I clench my jaw in dismay.

Was I not clear before? I basically told him to back off and stop running around unless... this is his way to stop 'running around', just like I've said. But after our fight, he told me that he understood my point so this might be the alcohol playing his part right now, just as it's happening to me.

“I-I can’t.” I stutter, leaning my temple on his and breathing in again his intoxicating perfume. I know he can feel it because I feel it too. He wants me to kiss him, and I want him to kiss me... But I want him to initiate it so that I can shout at him and blaming him for letting it happen. I'm the worst, am I? An awful friend.

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OK cheating a bit with 2 paragraphs but here is a snippet:

Qi Lian knew what this meant, in a matter of moments they would know this was an ambush and in the confusion she could complete this portion of the plan. She watched for a moment and then heard Han Xin yell out his orders. Then Qi Lian began to run as rapidly as she could (which was of course quite fast). Lian ran straight to the cars.

"Damn they have 8 cars." Qi Lian whispered to herself.

She used her strength to push the cars a close as possible to each other. Then she took out the remaining 5 packages from the backpack and attached the 6 of them to the cars. She made sure that the two cars with no package attached were adjacent to cars which did have a package. Then Lian ran toward the battle.

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