“No, but really... thank you for tonight, it was like...” January's thoughts trail away as she can't even blink with their eyes locked together.
“Like a great first date?” Dakota finishes her sentence. Her smile changes, leans toward something January can't quite put her finger on.
“Really, Sylva?” he says, gesturing to the pile of smoking metal he has spent the past hour digging through. “Our sentinel is toast, our mechanic just quit, and I’m pretty sure the fumes from the fire gave us all brain damage. On top of all that, we lost the championship. In what way could this whole situation have gone any worse than the way it did?”
Sylva shrugs, the smile sliding from her face. “Well, someone could have died.”
“If you smile at me, I might tell you more about the beauty of AT4/37.”
AT4/37. The site where they had fished all these relics out. First discovered in 1924 and being rediscovered from time to time, for shits and giggles. If the archeologists were to dig everything out at once, they would be left jobless quick enough. They never messed with their bread and butter.
And what was that bullshit?! Smile at him?! The fact they’d had sex on the very table Anna was seated at (among other uncomfortable places) did not make her his object. The sun must have gotten to his head. He imagined himself some Hūna noble and her his concubine?! She jerked her head away. Kessler was messing with her, Anna knew. Knowing did not imply that she wasn’t getting pissed though.
“Unless you have something for me, get the fuck out. I am working, unlike you.”
“I can truly say without a shadow of a doubt in my mind that you’re worthless and even when this night is over, you will continue to wallow in that worthlessness.”
“Miriam, I made many mistakes in my life and I am not proud of some of the things I have done; but I will not allow you or anyone to ever speak to me that way! You were my wife!”
From an unreleased soon to come chapter of Fatal Moon: Angels Axia
“Hey, kid,” he says in a voice that drenches me in velvety warmth that contradicts his cool or rather cold outer appearance. I swallow heavily stunned that he spoke to me. What do I say? Can I even talk?
“Uh,” I pause reaching out for anything. “You don’t have shoes on!”
‘Why? Why are you talking about this? You’re NOT Taos. He had no pulse. I tried to, to resucit-’
The stranger reached out and touched my arm, cutting off my words as my voice shook.
‘I never intended for you to suffer that. Never you.’
From my brand new paranormal sci-fi love story 'The Bond Beyond'.
Excerpt from the next update:
“Not in chore time! I refuse to do the laundry.” Rose groaned. “I didn’t sell my soul for nothing!”
“You kinda did.” Wrath found herself genuinely chucking for the first time in centuries.
“what now? He becomes a scary bear instead a stupid-giant-bear like before?” Falcon asked and take out his katana.
“not elegant and low class” Gerard mumbled with one brow lifted.
just a fantasy light novel 
https://tapas.io/series/Rise-of-The-True-Heir
When Zhen spoke, it was barely above a whisper but the cold malice behind his words conveyed it all.
“We’ll be keeping the same ratio. What do you think?” It wasn’t so much a question as it was a threat.
The manager opened his mouth to speak but no words could come out. Instead, he moved his head down as much as could, signaling that he agreed.
“What did you whisper to that fighter in the ring just now, Zhen?” his assistant’s voice broke through his thoughts. “It worked so well that he got furious and messed up.”
Zhen regarded the young kid with a smirk. “I let slip that I would do a little something to the pretty lady he has his eye on.”
“Very good, very good,” said Laella, dispersing her aeter into nothingness. She clicked her tongue and frowned, at the sight of an unchanging face. It bothered her a little. “You’re strange, Rollo…and I’ve often enjoyed observing your obsession with Daiden. I may have respected you even, especially after your performance against the Karsman, Moran.
“But you disappoint me. I know those eyes. I grew up with them around me. Talents under the assumption that they’re more deserving of the Amell influence and wealth…how disgusting! All that pride, for someone who doesn’t even have the gall to challenge for the first rank.”
Rollo responded with an innocent expression. “Whatever do you mean? I never once thought of you that way. You’re mistaken, I guess?”
“Huh?” blurted Laella, taken aback by Rollo’s response.
I love throwing sprinkles of future chapters. Do check it out. 24 chapters in as of now. It's a Sunday. I'd recommend binge reading it all! 
"It matters not. The Jade Construct will serve to be your lesson, as you deserve."
The sting of tears was nearly as painful as the jab she felt in her heart, but the words Suren selected to throw back were filled with both hope and and they were released freely. "I am sure it will serve to be a good teacher...Mother."
"Strip," Valon demanded in a soft voice with an edge of aggression.
Unable to refuse him, Patience obeyed. A breath of a chuckle escaped her nose as she smirked. "Yessir."
A rock entered my field of vision and hit me before I could dodge. “Who’s the strongest you piece of crap?”
“I will be after I finally kill you, asshole!”
"I don’t want anything to happen if someone misspoke and we all got beheaded or something.”
Eileen took over. She said, “You’re worrying too much, Nat. Beheading hasn’t been legal in this town since 1991."
Coming back cause I ended up cutting the dialogue I posted here so I come with another!
Taeyong nodded and let out a dramatic sigh, pouting. “None for me?”
Daehyun chuckled under his breath and pinched his cheek, getting a squeak out of him. “Yours are in my bag.”
Scoffing, Zhen’s brows lifted. “The hell are you talking about? Are you high?”
“No.” The devious grin on Eris’s lips disappeared. “I’m talking about the secret qualities that are built into each Engineered baby. The gene editing that they perform without knowledge and consent of anyone. All to make us compliant and without free will.”
“It’s funny, isn’t it, Eris?” The slippery voice of the female leader droned on. “The one person you thought could save your miserable life is going to cause your death.”
She yanked on Eris’s hair, eliciting a groan from him. “Time to say goodbye,” she hissed.
Droplets of blood formed along the edge of her knife as she pressed it into Eris’s neck. A pained whimper escaped Eris’s mouth and he shut his eyes in defeat.
