Arti Temptation Novels & Stories

He leaned over, his lips against mine, his hand slowly pulling his shirt off my body. A cold breeze slit through my skin, my hands reached out, grabbing my chest, hiding my breast from his gaze. He didn’t move, just sat back on his feet, his eyes still on me. He was giving me a chance to back out. When I didn’t move, he leaned forward, his hand grabbing mine. “Don’t hide yourself from me, you look beautiful, an art that should be worshipped.”

One small window with grimy glass and a sliver of sky beyond it. No restraints. She lifted her hand a few inches off the mattress. It shook. She stared at the tremor. It wasn’t the precise, externally triggered spasm of an implanted command. It was messy. Uncoordinated. Organic. She let it drop back. “Welcome to the post‑apocalyptic spa suite,” Aria said. *Our amenities include: confusion, muscle atrophy, and a total lack of surveillance implants. Ten out of ten, would recommend over white rooms.*

“Well, hellooo, sailor…” I blink. Artemis’s voice slides through my mind like silk soaked in mischief. “If you’re going to paint a mystery man, could you not make him this attractive next time? I’m about to jump into the canvas and lick his face.” “Artemis,” I whisper, slightly horrified. “Seriously?” “Have you seen his jaw? That’s not a jaw, that’s a sculpted promise. And don’t even get me started on those eyes. Blue like sin and sadness. He looks like he could ruin me emotionally and I’d say thank you.”

She pressed her body against his and quickened her speed. He could feel the frustrations she was holding onto; it came through with her desires and passion. She let out one last moan before reaching her climax; he reached his climax moments after, and they collapsed into one another’s bodies. Breathless and satisfied. Back in the present moment, Nikini and Boris stood in an art studio in Sabrebite, owned by Marian. Standing before him was a young woman, who goes by the name of Arina. She had the same pale green eyes and facial features as Emlin.

The rest following them. “Artie, the blossom is at the left when you make it to the top!” Rei shouted. “Got it, Rei!” he damned his human for getting tired this fast, Artemis was almost out of gas by the time he got to the top, stopping on the top stair and falling flat on his face.

"To me, this mansion smells like sun. I can't explain why it smells like that, it's just sun. A yummy smell that wakes me up in the morning and lasts until I wake up the next day after a nightmare." Artemisia was hanging out with Geon at the botanical fair. Even if she was still digesting the new diet she would need to adopt, it wouldn't hurt to at least season the meat. Sure? She prayed to the gods that she didn't...

Asteria POV. I prepare Carter with Artemis. He is standing on the beach as we paint his skin. The blue paint is from the bioluminescent plants as we make swirls and patterns on his bare skin. His eyes locked on mine as I move my fingers over his skin. “There, you are ready.” I say to him as I strip down and take his hand in mine and lead him towards the water. I look at the beach and see everyone smiling. As we enter the water.

Her touch is soft, and I feel so comfortable that not even her cold fingers could bother me. “I’m going to run a few tests. Please tell me everything, so I can appoint a specialist if there is any need for one, okay?” I nod again, and she smiles proudly, continuing to talk while she prepares a needle. “I’m Artemis, by the way, but you can call me Arte.” Thinking of it, with her flawless skin, she looks like a piece of art. A Botticelli. “That’s a beautiful name. I’m Victoria,” I blurt out, and she chuckles softly.

“Oh, I didn’t mean the air itself. Sometimes, it’s the presence of certain negative factors that taint the atmosphere.” She popped a bite of steak into her mouth. “Mmm... delicious. Even cold, it’s still tender and flavorful.” Christan’s face darkened even more. He sat silently, eyes locked on the table in front of him, gaze sharp as blades. His assistant inched backward, holding his breath, deeply impressed by this ‘ugly woman.’ Up until now, there were only two people who dared challenge Christan the Superstar—Xavier, the young master of the Blaze family, and now this woman, Miss Knowles, with her charcoal-covered face.

"No offense, but that's not a final year student running a property firm." The atrium had gone quiet in the way of people not wanting to move and miss something. Adam felt it then before the text appeared at the edge of his vision. — [Arrogance Detected] [ Target Detected] Arrogance Sensitivity: High Potential Reward Multiplier: ×19 Reward: $21,000 Penalty: -$600,000 , -50% experience — Adam looked at Carter with the patience of someone who had sat across from a more tense situation and found the current event considerably less interesting.