“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."
"How long have I been—?" I started, raising a hand to gently touch my face and feeling a warm, sticky substance on my forehead.
"Four hours. Can you walk or not?" he asked quickly, trying to assess my injuries with the little bit of light his holograph cast over me.
“Then why are you holding me down?” asked Josephine.
“Because you keep attacking me in my own bedroom,” said the vampire.
Oh yeah, a vampire story that kicks ass and then some. If you like Buffy, Underworld and Blade, this may be the one for you 
. Also, lesbian/sapphic vampire leads 
If you like reincarnated/transmigrated main character, I would like to share my novel.
“Here miss, I bring your favorite salad.” The maid put the tray on her lap and then offered a fork.
Selena blankly stared at the plain salad. She liked vegetable salad. However, this salad looked even plainer than grass. This was the real owner of her body’s favorite food? Was she perhaps a cow? Was she doing a super-tight-diet life?
Selena started to frown and didn’t manage her sick-looking face.
Mateo snorted. Suzuka and I shot each other confused glances. He must have noticed this because he continued, his hand gripped around the glass of water he was cradling.
“Yeah, we’re safe for now. Suppose she hulks out again though. What if she does it at a kindergarten, or in a mall?”
The protector’s utterances took me by surprise and the venom in his words more so. He’d sounded so kind when we first spoke.
“Don’t say that!” Suzuka replied, sounding annoyed. “It’s called a relapse, and you know it.”
Athelson (with some fear on his face): Ohh, of course it’s you king (Kain) how are you,
The king says one more time (while a yellow aura shows up): I said leave this place.
Enjoy 
“Yes! Iola’s doing it.” Dacia’s loud roar drowned out everyone else. “Archers, on my command. Loose.”
“What’s happening?” Iola looked up in surprise. “I haven’t done any...”
“Can you move in these pants without splitting a seam?”
He drops into an ass-to-grass squat without the tell-tale ripping sound. “Hurray for the quality workmanship from the golden age of spandex and magic chemical blends.”
Ira cooed and moved her face close to his, admiring how his loathing kept him from moving back in fear, "To get what you want, you have to beat me. To beat me…"
"I have to become a monster." Disgust flashed in his eyes.
"And me? Do you pity me? Disfigured and wrangled into the claws of a beast," whispered Patience.
"No," he answered, "I like your mettle."His thick fingers wrapped around her wrist. "And you feel quite nice."
From Secunda's latest ep
