“Not so fast! Just give up and make it easy on yourself.” The spearman kept backing away, out of reach.
“I will kill you both.” Bron replied with savage intent.
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Mordecai sidles over to Aurelius. “Regret letting me dig him up?”
Aurelius presses his lips together to smother a laugh. “Well, I suppose if he turns out to be too annoying, we could always bury him again.”
“These are men trained for war, girl?” Kargan interjected. “Surrender is not an option for them.”
“Unless... they are commanded to do so.” Nesmir stepped in front of the larger man and looked into Iola’s eyes.
“Bartley, meet our new art teacher, Sandra.” Elise’s professional tone hid a chilly undercurrent.
As Sandra wore her practiced smile and introduced herself, the male teacher cupped their hands together.
“It’s a pleasure to have such a beautiful lady in our midst,” Bartley drawled. His thumb traced circles on the back of Sandra's hand. “I would love to take you around town sometime.”
Episode 28
"You know I love you like my own son."
"You know—" I wanted to say but my sentence was cut short when I had to dodge the knife as it whizzed past my cheek and imbedded itself into the wall behind me.
“Does it please you to distress me?” she asked bitingly.
“It would please me if you brought me a clean cloth and a bottle of antiseptic.”
OOOOH This if fun!!!
Small part of chapter 2
"Ray, don't," Bryan slowly rose from his seat.
Ray's golden eyes shimmered with the darker color of the wolf that lived inside of him. Challenging Bryan with his look as he flicked the lighter and held the flame under the letter. When the fire started devouring the pages, he dropped it into the sink. "Aww...and now we'll never know," he mocked at the letter that smoldered away.
She glared at him, forcing his head back, "I'm getting sick of your attitude. I OWN you."
Despite fire running up and down his leg and the hissing shock radiating from his scalp, he snarled, "Why don't you remind me by BREAKING MY OTHER LEG!"
13 days later
“How are you feeling?” She heard Nesmir’s voice inside her head and opened her eyes to look at him. “You look so very tired.”
“I... am.” She nodded and bit her lower lip. “I’m over reaching, Nesmir... I don’t know how much longer I can do this. I... need to rest... for a long time.”
"Ray, don't," Bryan slowly rose from his seat.
Ray's golden eyes shimmered with the darker color of the wolf that lived inside of him. Challenging Bryan with his look as he flicked the lighter and held the flame under the letter. When the fire started devouring the pages, he dropped it into the sink. "Aww...and now we'll never know," he mocked at the letter that smoldered away. He dumped the lighter back into the drawer, slamming it close.
The three of them walked through the park as they waited for the train, and Sully pulled out a bag of cookies and offered some to the guys. Emmett reached for one and then stopped, eyeing his friend suspiciously.
“What?” Sully asked, giggling childishly. “I didn’t put any weed in ‘em this time! Honest!”
“I wouldn’t trust him,” Mallory said with a chuckle.
From The Ballad of Mallory Dane: https://tapas.io/series/MalloryDane
“I feel so…”
Stellar felt a desperate grip on her shoulders.
“You may be insignificant to this mission. We all may be… expendable to the will of our world. But… you matter to me. Does that count for anything?”
“Right.” Topher closed his eyes. “Well, Hannah the Purple Werewolf, it wasn’t exactly nice to meet you, but I don’t know what else you’re supposed to say in these situations, so I guess I’ll lie and say it was. Fortunately for me, I still feel like shit, which means I’m going to kick you out now. Which I can do, because you aren’t even allowed to be here.”
“Fine,” said Hannah. “But I’m coming back later.”
"I'm sorry. I tried. I really want to be a responsible uncle for him, but I failed."
"Try harder."
From the 10th chapter of my novel
I roll my eyes. "You're not going to die, Will. You're just being melodramatic at this point."
"For your information, I am not being melodramatic. I just don't understand the fact that people can somehow get into the Olympics by riding on two blades of thin metal. It just doesn't make sense to me," he complains as he continues to drag me with him.
I just like this bit from my second chapter. This is the two MCs meeting for the first time.
Casper rested his elbow on the bar and curled his lip. Just the way that lifted the scars slicing through his cheek to the light. “Bring your own bottle and I’ll pour it for you for a tenner. I’ll even lean in and pull my top down – really make it worth your while.”
The stranger leant in, hand cradling his jaw and his head tipping further sideways. Still smiling. Perhaps it was the booze tinting his cheeks pink. “If I unbutton my shirt too, can we call it five?”
“But why?” He was looking me over in the same way I recalled from the Flower Bed, more curious than lecherous or suspicious. “When we, er, spoke before, did we not get on well? You said that you wished we could have more time together.”
With a frustrated sigh, I pinched the bridge of my nose, unable to look at him for fear he might again beguile me with that foreign innocence in his eyes. “To be clear: you slept with a Flower named Oleander. I am a prince named Alfonse. I’ll ask you not to confuse the two.”
“You will never understand it because you are just a dumb rich kid playing some kind of CEO of a war company."
“So, we can´t kill them, but we might be able to outrun them, that is what you are saying at the moment?”
“You— you— pard!" I exclaimed, unable to check my language. "Why did you do that?"
Ace chuckled, drifting back over the roof. "I was curious." I watched his feet as they touched down. "I wanted to see if your heroic tendencies would overpower your silly phobia. Congratulations, it turns out you're a good person."
