Arti Temptation Novels & Stories

She followed him towards their home, the sound of their footsteps gradually fading into the evening. Not toolong as they left, Arit showed up. Her presence was both unexpected and significant, and the sight of her sparked immediate interest among those nearby. Arit’s eyes were sharp as she approached me. "I followed Karim and Gerone because I wasn’t certain about the men they were with," she explained. Her tone was firm, her gaze unwavering. "I needed to be sure they were truly from you." I nodded in understanding, recognizing the necessity of her caution. "Welcome, Arit. I’m glad you took the initiative. Feel free to stay with us for a while. We could use all the support we can get."

Carter nodded, and she lifted the cup, taking a sip. Her face soured, and she slid it back over, wondering how the hell he drank such strong brew. Carter gave a small chuckle at her twisted face as she swallowed the sip "If the burden is too heavy alone, she merely needs people to help her carry it", he said, staring at Khione. In that moment, it was as though something clicked for her. "Yeah...I think you might be onto something..." she mumbled. Carter raised an eyebrow at her "It's just...Over the years, people have said that Arte has some kind of magnetic pull. She draws people into her orbit, each feeling something different for her. The first was Lillian Rivers," Khione explained.

ARIETTA'S POV I stared at him, for some reason, his gaze didn't leave my side. All I was admiring was his bare chest. Now I get to see these sexy abs in real life. The only thing that remains now is for me to run my hands down them and moan his...gosh! Snap out of it Ari! I took my glass of juice to my lips and gathered all my strength to look away. I successfully did and I sighed, what is he doing here? That's a stupid question! This is Islantonio, he's probably here for vacation or he came early for the carnival. That's not even my problem, I just wish there won't be any cause for me to speak to him today. I continued partying until I saw Dante coming towards me. I shouldn't run. I'll only

My mate, Luna of the Chaitali, daughter of the steel king, philanthropist, diva, and an idol for millions who is known for her soft temperament—chose violence for the first time. I was shocked, baffled, and slightly offended as I was supposed to be. My eyes were cast on the floor where her stumbling feet were secured perfectly in white stilettos. It travelled up to her perfectly slender legs, small waist, heaving round mounds, her most delicious collarbone, and finally to the pretty frowning face. Arin was pouting, grinning, and squinting all at the same time. How she managed to do it is beyond me? But somehow, the fire in her eyes staggered me in more than one way.

‘Finally,’ Artemis was beaming with happiness after knowing the full name of his mate. ‘Caroline Sarah Haysbert.’ He was trying to search for anyone with this name and with a picture of his mate over the internet, but surprisingly, he couldn’t find anyone. ‘And there I thought that once I will get to know about her, then I can find out everything about her.’ He mentally cursed at his stupidity. “Artemis, take my pictures at this place too.” He heard his mate’s voice, who was giving a pose in front of the Guggenheim Museum Bilbao.

My ears have even become immune to people gossiping and accusing me of using pellets or something. They say things like that as if I don't deserve a handsome boyfriend. Is it a girl who doesn't have body goals, doesn't have a thin face and doesn't have a slim waist, doesn't have the right to have a boyfriend as handsome as a prince?! "Are you satisfied yet?" I, who was still busy enjoying the beauty of Arta's face, immediately gasped when suddenly Arta opened his eyes and asked. Spontaneously I looked away and swallowed hard because I just got caught!

Arthit wanted to see how satisfied she would look in her sleepy form when she ate the big piece of chicken's drumstick in dreams so he moved his body down and met her face to face, just to see her pouting, and her little mouth was covered by drool. "Is it delicious?", Arthit asked as he wiped out saliva drops. Her face was soft and looked very beautiful to him. Desire to claim his Silly Girl was accelerating but he knew he couldn't hurt her because she wasn't ready for him. She needed time and he was willing to give her time and wait for her. Staring at her drooling face, Arthit sighed deeply and weakly shook his head.

"The toxicity levels in your blood should have induced unconsciousness ten minutes ago. How are you still standing?" Aria did not answer right away. She waited until the blur in her vision cleared, then she focused on the camera lens. "Because I have spent my whole life fighting things that were supposed to be stronger than me. You are just another thing on the list." She shifted her feet, finding a new balance point on the floor. The poison was a physical presence now, a thick, tar like weight in her veins, but she found a way to move around it. She was no longer trying to expel it; she was incorporating it into her rhythm. It was a dark partner in a dance she had been forced to learn, and

"Well, if it isn't Aria Amato, the girl with the best grades! How did you end up as a dancer?" She stared contemptuously at my seductive outfit. "Guess you really are a cheap slut." Cristian furrowed his brow like he was judging me from some moral high ground, yet his eyes kept wandering over my body. I had no love for this group. I covered the revealing parts of my outfit and tried to leave. Tatiana grabbed the hand I had placed over my chest. "Why are you covering up? If you're out here selling yourself, don't be shy about people looking! With cheap goods like you, are you really worried about losing something? Forget looking, I bet even sleeping with you wouldn't cost more than a few buck

She does not sport the same annoyance as the man; instead, she smiles wide as we come closer to them. The woman stands to greet us. “Oh, you are a sight to see, such beauty,” She says, taking my hand from Maverick and twirling me around. When she stops me, facing her. I have a perplexed expression on my face. She looks to Maverick with a brow raised. “You haven’t told her, have you?” She says irritatedly. Maverick takes a deep breath, making sure not to face me. “No, mother, I haven’t.” He replies. Shifting awkwardly in place.