Bound By Temptation Novels & Stories

A cruel joke from the gods, I was sure. “In the Trial of Temptation, you will each be placed in isolation. There will be no audience to watch you. No one to guide you,” he looked at us closely. And then he continued, “To be Luna, one must know how to resist their own desires for the good of their people. If you succumb to temptation, you are disqualified. But if you break the veil…” he paused for a dramatic moment, “You will win.” What would be my temptation? I wondered to myself before the gong sounded and the environment changed.

The kind that makes you shake from the inside out. Diana’s lips trembled, but she forced them into a semblance of control. “You… you can’t—” “I can. And I will.” His voice was quiet but lethal. “You will do what’s right for this child. Or you’ll answer to me.” The weight of his words pressed down on her chest. She felt trapped, cornered, unprepared for the shift in power. Everything she had counted on, everything she had meticulously planned, was crumbling before her eyes.

I pull away like his touch burns, "Don't, just don't, you don't get to touch me anymore, you don't get to demand anything from me anymore, I'm done." I walk out leaving Alexander standing alone in his office, my hands shaking, my heart pounding, feeling lighter and more terrified than I've ever felt in my life.

“Brea, I’m trying to do the right thing. When you look at me with those pleading eyes… And, fuck, your plump, pink mouth is so close, all I can think of are the indecent things I’m dying to do to it.” Probably the same things she’d secretly wanted him to do. Her ache tightened. “What is this connection between us? I don’t understand.” “Fuck if I know. I’ve never felt anything like it.” She hadn’t imagined a yearning this strong was possible. It was bigger than her, and every time she tried to ignore it, the desire only grew. Must be why folks call it temptation… Brea searched his face, fighting her own impulse to touch him. And the fire in his black stare told her he knew it.

Author's POV Demon opened his eyes feeling a heavy weight on his body. Demon looked down and saw his little man was laid down on his chest. And his wife was sleeping on his arm. Her legs and hands were on his body. "Am I really become their pillow?" Demon asked himself. He felt his chest and arms becomes sore. Demon tried to put Nathan on bed but the little boy hugged him tightly wrapping his little hands around his neck. Elena also moved closer to him and hide her face in his arm.

He followed up by adjusting the comforter upward. With a swallow, he found himself silently praying and hoping to resist the desire he felt for the tempting food in front of him. "Lord, keep me away from temptation, help me resist the longing I feel for this beautiful woman in front of me!" he prayed. "I hope I won't succumb to the heat right now. I don't want to sin, especially with this woman who's willing to help me in every way." He closed his eyes while removing the woman's clothes, swiftly rolling them up to her neck and hastily covering her chest with the blanket. He involuntarily swallowed repeatedly.

Guilt gnawed at him as he replayed the moment in his mind, grappling with the realization of his vulnerability in the face of temptation. As he reached the sanctuary of the church, Henry sank to his knees before the altar, seeking solace in prayer. But even in the sacred stillness of the holy place, he found no refuge from the turmoil raging within him. His heart weighed heavy with remorse and confusion, torn between his duty as a priest and the forbidden desires that now threatened to consume him.

I loved seeing people that way—powerful but powerless. "I knew your eyes were deceitful. You weren't a saint after all. I'm not asking, Fiona Campbell, I'm telling you: you will help me in this." She walked to the dress, removing a pin that held the fabric together. "You would make a beautiful bride." "You aren't listening, Mrs. Brooks. I won't be a pawn in your little game." "You don't need to be adamant," she smiled. "I'll make you do it. Kate," she called out to her secretary, who ran along a second later. "My guest has overstayed her welcome."