"Why on Earth do you even own a car with no back seat?"
"You know, it was never really a problem until I got mixed up with your merry band of supernatural idiots. Several of which I am trained to kill or incapacitate on sight."
^Small excerpt from the upcoming chapter 
“I will do no such…” The injured Laichanan began, but Okarg silenced him with a large foot pressing down on his throat.
“You know the laws of our forebears, fool - the laws by which the Laichanan live and abide. To take refuge with another pack, you must be regarded as the lowest of the lowly. You will do as you’re bid… or you will die.” Okarg had never enjoyed himself this much before. The pleasure of being domineering over a hated foe made him forget even the burning hunger that drove him into this deadly mess. “Now get up, we are leaving.”
Matt was only half-paying attention when she said that, so when he finally processed what she said, he swallowed some omelet and gave an accusatory point of his fork at her. “Oh, well I’m sorry that no one else lives on Riverside. I’m sorry that no one else cares about countering the negative juju your house leaves on us. If you want to summon Marion Marley again, then by all means!”
Eileen flinched but then said, “No, I’m good for now,” in a nonchalant tone. “It also summoned Vivian though, so it’s not all bad.”
“Seen anything yet?” He growled at the cringing creature.
“A great many things, my Alpha.” Even in pain the imbecile mocked him.
Loc: I could never marry you Heldine, my customs forbid it.
Heldine: You and those cumbersome customs of yours. Didn't I tell you that serving Mother is all that should matter to a man? Most men would sacrifice everything they held dear to be desired by a princess, yet here you are being ungrateful. But don't worry Loc, you'll come to appreciate true love after our honeymoon night.
“I see them now.” Okana whispered. “That tall male could be trouble and so could that skinny female we took before.”
“That one, with the crown of sunlit hair.” Okarg pointed at one of the female Humaine sitting on a fallen tree trunk. “She looks the weakest, and most tender."
"So you finally revealed your intent... you filthy malcontent." Okarg struggled between gasps.
“Your brother lies dead, and you will be next.” Malach crouched low on the ground, his large maw dripping with Orego’s blood. “And what’s left of your pack and your mate will be mine.”
"Wait, you're not going to be embarrassed by looking at my body are you?" Saul asked.
“Master Saul, I do appreciate your concern for I am a woman and you are a man. But I have higher standards for my ideal type of men and you are unfortunately are not one of them.” Misty said with a grin.
From highly experimental drafts:
“Valerian, listen to me,” Sebastian pleaded, averting his eyes from his middle, catching Valerian’s slim wrist. “I am not a leper. I am an angel, a fallen angel.”
“Aren’t we all,” Valerian replied with a bitter chuckle. “Aren’t we all.”
From the recent chapter of my novel Megachurch:
"Oh, no, no, no! I'm just curious since I saw it in your file." I slumped my back on my seat with my arms folded on my chest.
"You know, Inspector Steph Barnes, it's never a good look when a white man talks about a colored man's ethnicity. It's even more inappropriate to ask WHY a person of color is colored... unlike you. And in my experience, that's the question that usually arises after a white man's bout of 'curiosity.' It usually means the white man wants to talk about race. And when a white policeman talks about race in jail, it never has a beautiful ending. So let me ask you again, Inspector Stephen Barnes. How can I help you?"
For an upcoming update weeks in the future;
"Don't forget, you're my submissive." With a single finger, Christian tilted his head up. Their eyes danced in a violent match of thorns. "And I punish those who go against my rules."
Tyrell's heart raced in his chest. Blood rushed in his ears as thunder striking down to the earth. He stumbled backward. "That would be───"
“We were ambushed by some Laichanan on our way here.” Arden said grimly. “We chased them away, but Sora’s missing. We have to look for her... once we get the children to safety.”
“Where will we look?” Hari sounded despondent. “She’s probably dead by now.”
"Over the years, I watched our friends come and go, warning me behind your back of the kind of lowly person you were, and every time, I defended you.” The sudden scornful laugh that came spewing from her mouth punctured a million tiny holes in my small balloon of self-confidence, deflating it in an instant.
Flashing a wicked grin, she asked, “am I supposed to care?”
Mark’s warm expression made her melt and she gave a little sigh. “I missed you.” Realizing her mistake, she quickly added, “Both you and Lynn.”
A rumble of laughter came from Mark. “Just like old times.”
"Being nice doesn't cost you anything, Darren." Jesse answered back at his friend.
"Sometimes you're just way too nice." Darren rolled his eyes as he pulled out his bass guitar from his case. Darren sat down in a chair nearby and tuned his bass guitar as well.
“I’m no good with a sword.” Hari shook his head. “I’m no good with anything at all.”
“Don’t be stupid, Hari.” Yuma slapped him on the arm. “Everyone knows what a good shot you are with a hunting bow.”
He chuckled, wincing from the pain, “But not well. I got beat.”
The orc answered with a menacing grin, showing off her fangs and tusks. “Well you should see the other guy.”
Monara tilted her head forward a touch, then back—an almost-mechanical nod. “The day we first met was that of the commemoration of the Treaty between our worlds. I have reflected much upon this, on how much I would have never witnessed and experienced had it not been for humankind’s willingness to trust the people of my world. Or that of the Glints.”
Faye just smiled and nodded. “Kinda ironic, isn’t it?”
Ira's small smile turned into a snarl at the tone in his voice, before she calmed the flame, "Remember my gift? Today is the day." She grinned and stepped closer to him.
With each step she took closer, he tried to shift back. All the way as far back as he could go. He could feel despair grip his throat as his back hit the wall next to his all too cozy cot, "Right, the 'gift.'" He sneered softly, eyes downcast as she sat next to him, "Does it come with another beating? I miss that oh so very much."
Another round of grumbling. "No, I shouldn't have to babysit you to keep you from running away from your duties. Just go on patrol, and we'll find some other time to hang out."
"Aww, fine. But don't blame me if I get distracted and 'run away from my duties' again, ain't my fault I don't have someone responsible to keep track of me."
