Dialogue Words For Said Novels & Stories

When I'm done, I say one little word, "Sit." It's the only word that comes from my mouth, but they both do as I say. When I glance at Knox, a thought crosses my mind, and I walk over to him, "Sit tight, Sir, Master, I'll be with you in just a moment," I throw over my shoulder.

I said sarcastically. ***

she continued laughing. If it was someone else they would probably not understand what she was saying, but after being with her for so many years we understand what she speaks while saughing. Oh damn I made a new word Saughing=Saying+Laughing. I'm such a genius! "Oh god you won't believe damnnnnn..." And yes she was still laughing.

They show you all around, try to spend some time with you, engage you in a conversation that takes longer than it should. I know how these things work, but I'm not going to fall prey a second time. Claude was enough lesson for me to learn for a lifetime; I'm not going to make the same mistake again. “I don't owe you an explanation on why I want to leave, alright?” there was an edge to my voice. “If I want to leave, then it's because I want to. I don't see any reason why you should try to hold me back here with some conversation that I'm not interested in.”

Declan released his grip on Maeve's throat. She collapsed to the floor, coughing violently. He turned, looking at me in disbelief. "Sienna, after all this, you're still talking to me about money?" His voice was hoarse and trembling, his eyes filled with hurt. I looked at him coldly. "What else? Should I discuss my feelings with you, Don Declan?" "Declan, do you really think there's anything left for us to talk about, besides chips on a table?"

He stopped again. I waited. "I am not someone who loses words," he said. "I have always known what I meant to say and have said it. That has been a consistent feature of how I operate." He looked at me. "I don't have words for this." "Tell me anyway," I said. Echoing him. The words he had said to me, in the early months, when I had said I'm alright and he had said I know you're alright and then tell me anyway. The words that had become, over the months of using them in both directions, one of the specific, private languages of the life we had built.

He said, “Yes…” ***

I heard him say, and I gulped down the words. Use your words, El. Those were the very words he would say every single time he was about to fuck my brains out, and right now I wished he would. “No.” I responded, and watched his expression change to that of a questioning one. “I mean, I don’t have anything to say.” I add and swallowed another lump of saliva. He nodded in response. I watched him fiddle with the cutlery before he dropped it down to look back at me. “You look pretty today.” He said with a grin. “I guess my cock is doing a good job on you.” He added then winked.

Madison asked in a spiteful tone doubting the words that came out of her own mouth As Madison's spiteful words hung in the air, dripping with doubt and accusation, Sophia felt a surge of indignation rise within her. "Madison, this isn't high school anymore," she retorted, her voice laced with determination. "Life doesn't always unfold according to your desires. You can dream all you want, darling, but reality has a way of asserting itself." Sophia's words echoed in her mind, a surprising resilience bubbling up from within her. "Did I really just say that?" she wondered, momentarily taken aback by her own audacity.

And the all said one thing. “Mate.”