I have a lot that I would gladly share but for the sake of length, I'll share only a few. If anyone decides they want to take a peek, please take into consideration the warnings on all of them.
Probably my favorite line from this story. For context, Caphriel was heavily bullied and nothing was really done about it. Everyone told him to stand up for himself and fight back, and when he did (in the worst way possibly), he fell. Here he is talking to his old piano teacher, Seraphina.
"Perhaps someone should have tried to do something besides allowing me to fall into the Devil’s arms. But alas, angels will be angels.”
This one is from this story, an enemies to lovers story. I really REALLY love the interactions between Adara and Loki in this story. Warning for cursing and very brief suggestive implications.
“Good evening, Adara,” His face twisted into a dark smirk, the light from the hallway lighting his face with dangerous flames. “My, what’s wrong dear? Can’t you get up to greet me properly?” Clicking his tongue, he slowly walked into my cell and stood in front of me. Upon craning my neck up to glare at him, he let out a small chuckle. “I suppose I’ll let that one slide. I’m not here to teach you how to greet me, and that’s not why you’re here either. But I’m sure you know that much, you’re not as dim as one might perceive you to be. Now, listen to me very closely and-”
“Listen to you?” I scoffed, cutting his monologue short. “Why would I ever listen to a fucker like you? A damned king who would never have the power he has now if only his father had seen the warning signs sooner, that’s all you are. Fuck you, I’m never going to listen to a weakling excuse of a ki-”
“Enough!” His voice roared angrily, and his hand grasped my throat tightly with anger. “That is enough of that if you want your precious kingdom to go unscathed.”
“Go on,” I whispered, staring him in the eye. “Harder. I dare you.” His eyes narrowed and I could feel the smirk pulling at the corners of my lips, raising my chin defiantly. There was a lust and an anger behind his smokey eyes, and it felt like forever until he finally tore his eyes away from my face. Slowly his hand slid off of my throat, and he backed away from me with his face pointed to the ground.
“Let me speak, princess,” His voice was strained, and I lowered my face so that he could not see the smirk on my lips. “You wouldn’t want your fragile kingdom to fall all because of you, would you?”
“And how would you do that?” I raised my eyebrows, and he glanced back at me with a dark expression falling over his face. A long moment of silence passed between us, and he stood with his back turned to me and his arms carefully folded.
“Your mother, the queen, is quite fragile isn’t she?” He spoke with his voice low, and upon hearing his words I could feel my heart beginning to thud inside of my chest. “And from the last rumors I heard she’s sick too. She’s just not quite as strong as she normally is.”
“What are you trying to imply?” I questioned from clenched teeth, yet Loki only laughed. Turning to face me yet again, he bent in front of me and put his thumb under my chin. Forced to look him in the eye, I could feel every muscle in my body becoming tense. He’d gotten so close to me that I could feel the heat that radiated from his body. I caught myself almost enjoying his warmth, sinking in closer as I stared into his deep bronze eyes, reveling in the heat that intertwined between us…
I jerked my head back quickly, hitting it roughly on the stone wall behind me. A dull, pounding pain immediately followed and I sucked in my breath. Yet Loki didn’t move, still as ever as he watched me with unblinking eyes. I saw his lips twitching as though they wanted to curl, but his expression remained blank and cold.
This one is from my most recent story, which was actually inspired by a song, and was originally not even supposed to be a story. It started as me simply writing down an immersive daydream that I had and then... getting way too detailed. So it's not my best work but I am in love nonetheless.
For some extra small bit of context, the character speaking (Thymea) is offering to help a homeless girl and her child.
“I can take care of you,” She told her. “I can give you and your child warmth. May you come closer and I can give you a home.” Silence passed between them, skepticism taking over the girls' features. Slowly she shook her head, taking a step away from the strange woman. She couldn’t bring herself to trust her, couldn’t bring herself to follow someone like her. She didn’t want to get hurt, didn’t want her little boy to get hurt. In fact, she would have rather dropped dead and died in that very moment then let herself trust a stranger again. She could not bear the thought of him getting hurt, and she did not need anymore bruises to spot her frail body.