Dark Temptations Novels & Stories

"What? No. You have me followed, ask your guard you have on me." He turned with a smile, "Well, tomorrow night there will be stuff on offer. If my associate wants you to take anything, you don't deny him. Understood?" I felt sick at his words. I was clean for six months and now he wanted to force me back into it? But I nodded, "Got it. Whatever he wants." "Good girl." He got up and came over to me, kissing me on the lips, "Get into bed. Stacy will be over soon."

Wanting something, but because of my f*cking fear, I let everything slip away from me! Just like what I did that night. I was a party teen, a wild yet innocent one, but despite that, I was a good child to my parents. My father was a hard working man, all for the thought of giving me and my mother a good life we deserve. They do love each other, but f*ck temptation when my mother looked for comfort with someone else, something that despite my father's love, he failed to give her.

It slipped even more when he opened his mouth and left wet kisses on my neck, swirling his tongue in a circle on each spot he kissed. “Tell me you dont want this, Laura.” He said intro my neck as he continued his assault. “Say it again and maybe I’ll believe you this time.” “I—” I hissed in both pain and pleasure when he bit softly on my pulse point, and then moaned in pleasure when he licked on the spot, kissing it and soothing the pain. God, he was such an asshole. How could she resist him when he fought so dirty? “Invite me into your room, Laura.” He whispered, the words soft and full of temptation. He sounded a lot like the devil in that moment, she wanted to open her eyes just to see if

His breath hitched, and for a long moment, the night held them — two souls who had clawed their way through hell to find heaven in each other’s arms. And then he whispered, his voice low but sure: “Darkness. Demons. Damnation. That’s what I was made of once. which Tainted my Desires” “But I’ve learned something, Castelle… even tainted hearts can crave light. Even the damned can choose redemption.” Castelle’s eyes shimmered. “And the demons?” Kane smiled faintly, glancing down at their children sleeping soundly at her side. “The demons,” he said softly, “learned to bow to love.”

It was sexy enough to drop me to my knees right there on the cold floor. “I don’t understand,” I whispered, forcing a shaky smile that felt paper-thin. He stepped closer. Close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his body in the chill of the basement. “Okay.” One single nod. His eyes never left mine. “Then tell me why you’ve been staring at Daddy like you want him to fuck you.” My stomach twisted hard at the word ‘Daddy’. It hit exactly like those filthy books I read in secret—the ones where a girl gets ruined by an older man and moans the word like a prayer while he fucks her senseless. Sweet and sick but perfect.

The devil does not come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. He comes as everything you've ever wished for. - Tucker Max. |L O R E N Z O| Everyone enjoys different things, different genre, different music, I enjoy watching people bleed when their face show the terror I made them feel. It gives me power. It assures me that I am the one with power and not the other way. I have never craved anything in my life like I live for power.

I was already wet, reacting instantly to his cold words. “Tomorrow night. The Club. Corner booth at the back,” he ordered. He did not ask if I was free. “Do not be late. Do not wear underwear. Do not disappoint me.” A final picture loaded on the screen—a dark, shadowy figure of a broad-shouldered, powerful man standing near a window. The app went dark as he logged off. I dropped the phone onto the bed, breathing heavily. I was shaking. I reached into my nightstand drawer and grabbed a powerful metal vibrator. I turned it on. The deep hum vibrated through my hand.

Her moans were like wicked symphonies I never knew I craved… soft, sinful, forbidden poetry whispered in the dead of night. Fuck. Where was this coming from? Judas Romanovski didn’t use words like this. Didn’t let himself feel like this. But for her? For her, I could write thousands—dark verses and the more I looked at her, the more it dragged me further into an obsession that bordered on madness. She was my temptation, my ruin, wrapped in whispers. A lie. Yes, she was a lie. She had to be. Cause there was no way truth could be so tempting.

It's eyes shifted to the edge of the cliff, the edge of the dark realm. Many of the betrayers were thrown into it and never managed to come out. No one knows what is beyond the dark fog. But one thing for sure is that it trapped even the souls that fell in. The demon lord could feel the temptation to throw Hayes in. His purely red skinned arms and sharp black nails reached out, failing to resist the tingling sensation of revenge at the tips of his fingers while a small voice whispered into it's ear, telling it to do it. DO IT.

It's not fair, that this man has come into my life, disguised as an angel, when in reality he was Lucifer himself. I remember a song, by one of my favorite singers, that says: he's handsome as hell. Because I guess sin and temptation, have their appeal, and sometimes it's hard to say no. But sin and temptation always have their appeal. But sin and temptation will always have the same ending, guilt, and regret that makes you ache to your very soul.