Arti Temptation Novels & Stories

But before she could ask what he meant, she found herself turning back to watch the escapade. For a second, she felt bad for the poor woman, who still adamantly declined to take the stage and sing. She obviously didn’t want to sing. But then the woman stood. Maybe she would get up there after all. Aravella reached for her beer, took a sip, and, for the first time tonight, felt a little normal. The atmosphere seemed to envelop her, as if she was meant to be there. A much-needed sense of contentment filled her. The talking, the laughter, the smell of drinks and salty, roasted peanuts. It made her feel oddly better. This was a good idea-a good distraction. Tomorrow she’d return to her research

Letting the paint come together the way it wants. I spin around and throw my hands up. I paint the face that's emerging on the canvas. My paint forms a face that's the subject of my secret infatuation. Bastian in a blue dress shirt with two buttons undone. I rock and wiggle to the music. When the song ends, I hear clapping behind me. I yelp and spin around. Pressing pause on my phone. Bastian is smiling, sitting on the arm of one of my armchairs. "That was good."

I thought we could utilize our time in an unusual way this evening. Aditya was dumbfounded looking at her. He again tried to reach her but she pushed him to his seat back. Arpita grabbed the hem of her sarong and started removing it : Just sit back and enjoy!! Aditya's heartbeat rose and he gripped the sides of the chair grinding his teeth to control himself. It took every ounce of his patience not to grab Arpita by her wet hair and kiss her senseless seeing her standing there in nothing but hot black lingerie. Two tiny red bows were acting like they were squeezing his heart.

I had to make up those lies just to be free from any other pending questions. "Okay, so what's your name??? I haven't seen you around. I have only met Natalie..." "Yes, maybe because I resume a few weeks back. I'm Kaira Kimani... A celebrity designer..." "Yes, I saw you on the front page of a fashion style magazine...I was actually wondering where I have seen your face... Really look familiar. Nice to meet you, dear..." She hugged me... "Pleasure is all mine Mrs. Marcia" I really felt awkward

The unfamiliarity of it all was making me all riled up. As I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I reminded myself that this was all an act, that Julian is a spoiled jerk. When I finally walked out, my eyes instantly scanned the crowd for Julian. I spotted him near the balcony doors, but he wasn't alone. A tall, slender woman in a silver dress was standing entirely too close to him, her manicured hand resting lightly on his forearm as she twirled a lock of her hair, laughing loudly at something he said. Julian was looking down at her with his lips curved into that familiar annoying smirk.

His skin is hot against mine and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to remind myself to stay still and not react in front of this stranger. “I see. Well, I do not accept this arrangement, so you will be paid for the week, but you will have to go.” Artemis doesn’t even bother looking at the guy. No, he has instead decided torturing me is better and is now moving his fingers further up until he reaches the clasp of my bra. With an impressively smooth motion he unhooks it and I let out a small yelp. He pauses and finally looks over at the guy. “Get the hell out. Now.”

Chapter 29 Finrir’s Display Aros, his eyes gleaming with admiration, signing to Finrir, "Young Finrir, I wish to witness the artistry of the Arcttegatian style that has been honed through generations." Tritan, intrigued by their interaction, watched as Finrir's eyes sparkled with excitement, a testament to his readiness to showcase the unique techniques that originated in Arcttegat. Tritan was keenly aware of the significance of this moment, as the unveiling of the Arcttegaiatn style underwater had the potential to inspire and captivate the Merguardians.

As soon as she can regain her strength a week later, a tribunal trial is held against a male youngling who claims to be her lover named Arvad. He says that they love each other and have a relationship because they promised each other that they would be married a year later, upon their coming of age. However, according to him, Athea kept skipping her suppressant for a few days just because the medicine was too bitter for her. It was the reason why he lost control despite the suppressant he drank regularly due to their close distance when she had undergone the peak of her estrous. I can feel his sincerity in his tone. I know he is telling the truth based on his calm and compassionate way of ex

The empire, the respect, the glory, the fame, Artemis. But not tonight, nope, I disagree with every single vein in my body, not anymore. I took a slow sip, watching as my carefully laid plan fell into place. The woman I had paid was already making her way toward Aiden. A perfect mixture of seduction and feigned innocence, she was exactly the kind of trap that would catch Artemis’ eye. And Aiden, that arrogant bastard, wouldn’t see it coming. I had ensured that everything was timed to perfection. The positioning of the cameras, the flow of the party, the way the music was loud enough to create a bubble around the moment so Artemis would see it first before anyone else. Before Aiden could expl