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.
Kaito: “I’m sorry, I cannot provide the comforting words you so desire.”
Reima: “I’m not asking you for words of comfort. I just want for you to be honest with me. Everything I thought I knew about the world has been a lie. For once, I just want to know the truth. The real truth.”
-From the latest chapter of Gederah
"You will find my son, won't you?" There were tears in her eyes, desperation in her voice. "Please, Doctor Klinger, you need to."
She swallowed, face as neutral as she could get it.
"I need to take a look at your fridge."
In my most recent update, I got to write in the POV of my character, Flora, and I love writing through her eyes from time to time. I just find it fun and really enjoy putting myself in her shoes. Plus, in this one we got to meet her cousin, Estelle, and all the Deschamps have this fun confidence to them that I just admire. Idk if It can be seen 100% in this dialogue but this part tickled me especially so I wanna share it haha.
“Ah, you’re right. I nearly forgot you played for the other team,” she looped her arm with Flora’s. “That mean we’re gonna try and find you a cute witch girlfriend then? Someone from the quarter perhaps? Or maybe you’ve got your eye on someone back at school?” She started to pry and Flora rolled her eyes with a laugh.
“You’re horrible and I don’t know why I ever agreed to hang out with you.”
“The woman… is not armed?”
Heggra fractured into a swell of molten rage.
“YOU MIGHTY FOOL! YOU’RE BRASH! INDIGNANT! And you have no right to be! You have meddled in something that was not meant for you! I’m grown – strong and powerful! I don’t need you to protect me! You are right that I am your QUEEN. Not just your sister! Why must I remind you of this constantly!?”
From ch.3 "Empty Skies"
“Interesting… Now tell me, what are your intentions with my daughter?” Marcus leaned closer and rested his chin against his laced fingers. His blue eyes focused on Castiel who squirmed in his seat.
“M-my intentions? I don’t have any intentions. I mean, I intend to take care of her f-for sure. I l-like her very much.”
From a chapter still in works for
“Yes! Caught a spider!” He exclaimed, picking it up and displaying it to his sister,“Cool right?”
“Uh…” Her eyes shot open and she stepped back. She fiddled with her fingers,“Actually I have things to do… places be… See you later!”
Note: I literally never update so don’t worry about getting notifications
“You chose me over him despite the audience?” Nina continued with a breath of relief.
“Ah.” Jeremy smiled and tilted his head as he pulled his gun an inch away from her forehead. It made her grin wider and with a tone full of affection and care, he added, “It meant that I lied.”
That was the last thing she heard before everything fell completely silent.
“I’m sure it will,” he said as he smiled softly. “Come on, let’s go sit with them before we go to bed.”
"Wait," I said, stopping him from moving and wrapped my arms around him as I held on to him. "Thanks for being here and helping out. For everything."
-The latest chapter of Don't Touch
Relief flooded through me as I staggered towards them. My lips curved up in a half-smile, half-grimace and I greeted hoarsely, “Mark.”
The middle-aged brunette male wrapped an arm around me protectively. “Come on… before there’s more undead.”
“Yes, it isn’t.” Mae replied and wiped away her tears resolutely. “I have the strangest feeling that we are being watched.”
“You are correct.” Okarg howled and leapt out of hiding, deciding he had waited long enough. There clearly was no one else about and these younglings were all by themselves.
Dismissing the crazed hermit, Guy turned to the man next to him "Swordshaper, the One True Blacksmith, I assume? What brings you to the Hall of Fathers, come to bury the men you've slain?"
The silver-haired man's smile tilted upwards in an almost sinister way, "No. But it looks like you have. I can still feel the Neshamah of the four trapped on your back leaving this world."
- From the next chapter to be released in my story Hark!
“An utter fool that wench is.”
Suli realized something, her heart momentarily fluttering.
“He did it on purpose.”
from ch.8 "Sign of Suspicion"
"Me and Milo. Must I remind you that I am boring as hell?" Lily asked.
Jean hugged her. "Wouldn't it be fun?"
(By the way, this is narrated by Earnest, 1st person POV)
"Okay..." I close my eyes and lean up against the window. It's uncomfortable with the hard surface.
"Maybe you... want to rest here," he says, putting his arm around my shoulder and pulling me to him. My head falls on his shoulder.
“She’s a hard woman, my lord.” Iola heard someone utter from behind Nesmir.
“It matters little, captain.” Esamus’ silken tone was unmistakable. “Eventually everyone breaks... it only takes that one moment of weakness.”
“Maybe we’re interpreting it wrongly. The writing is scrawled pretty badly after all,” he said, squinting at each squiggle. “What bothers me though is how so many Self-Awares could just power off and with their memory chip wiped clean as well. What are the possibilities, Ty?”
“The first is a possible catastrophic failure of the software which could be due to certain external environmental conditions or to the evolution of the code which is probably more likely since all are Self-Awares-”
hi... like your idea... 
"- I don't think so. I dismiss having you as a competition whenever we leave. Your smile melts any guy.
- I still have difficulty understanding your flirting technique, Dede. It seems to me that rolling your eyes every time a man approaches you, is not effective. We can work this out if you want to. Or we can simply speak ill of men ..."
from my novel
"Listen." Alex spoke the word forcefully, then breathed a heavy sigh. "All that I do back there is take on a job, kill whatever outlaw they want me to kill, head back to the bar, and have a drink while I learn which of the people I have avoided making friends with was killed by pirates that day. This... is vacation to me. I can stay a little longer."
Celestia gave Alex a pleasant smile. "Then I am glad to have you with us."
Elio chimed in with the usual praise: “ But that won’t stop you Andy, you’ll find it without my help in less than a minute!”. To exaggerate his statement he started looking for a place to sit, waiting for the other boy to solve the puzzle that they were confronted with.
“Supportive but not what I'm in need of,'' Andy responded while pulling Elio up.
(from a wip)
“Just that it’s good to know you still have some humanity left. I would hate to work with someone who doesn’t still understand my limitations.”
“I’m glad you are trying to make light of the situation, however…” Placing two hands on his leg I snapped his bones back in place. “I would appreciate it if you could show me a little respect. Me being three thousand years old and all.”
“Did she tell you that?” Iola raised an eyebrow at the handsome young man.
“No, but I think that is safe to surmise.” He replied with shrug of his broad shoulders.
“Exactly. Life is short.”
“Yeah, right. Let's say whatever it takes. But what if I still can't make him fall in love with me in the end?”
Oliver smirked. “I’ll change your name in my phone to 'daddy' and put a heart emoji next to it.”
“I’ll change yours into 'heathen who doesn’t brush his teeth before confessing.'”
“Malach!” Okarg snarled at the leering dark furred Laichanan. “That one, with the sticks, is all yours. Take her.”
“Suits me just fine.” The gangly creature rasped and leapt over his mate to land before his proposed target.
“You people of the civilised cities are soft in the head.” Iola smiled, trying to lighten the gravity of her situation.
“Yes, we may be... at times.” His smile sent a fresh wave of pleasant shivers through her.
“Your mother said I was better than the last guy you dated. Or something like that.”
“Oh, yeah,” Arthur said. “He shot me in the side with a 9mm. She was pissed. It kinda ruined her favorite rug.”
"It's too dangerous to go out in the middle of this blizzard, do you want to die you little brat!?" Screamed Pohg, he was holding him tightly, for him to not run.
"I have to go and help them, I have to go and help mama and papa." Said the kid with his tears filling his eyes, he couldn't handle the truth of his family's death.
Definitely more than two lines of dialogue. But I had a lot of fun writing this, and I couldn't help but share it here! 
“Yes, Kir Ironside, that’s his name,” said the older blacksmith, cheerily. He made a friendly expression and asked, “So, what’s your secret? Why is a rich brat like you associating with my son?”
“No secret, no secret,” stuttered Daiden, hurriedly. “Kir is a good friend. And we decided to help each other become better. I can’t often use the services of my grandfather, well, due to my financial limitations. He even makes me pay a retainer fee! I’m actually not rich.”
“Your grandfather makes you pay for his services?” asked the blacksmith, cocking his head. With a theatrical scoff, he laughed out loud, holding his stomach for dramatic effect. He wiped the tears from his eyes and patted Daiden on his shoulders. “I can see the similarities. You and my son, you’re both idiots!”
Daiden added to the fun with a weak smile. “It was a sensible arrangement…”
“I’m sure, I’m sure,” said the blacksmith, finally. “Sounds more like your grandfather dumped you on Kir. Not that I mind; the kid might benefit from being close with the Lord of Fire.
“Anyway, where are my manners? I’m Anvi, Anvi Ironside, the owner of this establishment!”
From chapter 53.
“It pains me to refuse you, dear Iola.” He took her delicate hands into his large, callused ones. “But it will pain me more to know that I will be no more than... a means... to you after this.”
“You are right, Nesmir.” Iola exhaled deeply and entwined her fingers with his. “And you are a far better man than I... than most would...”
