Fall Into Temptation Novels & Stories

She started but stopped looking into his needy pleading eyes. He leaned down to capture her lips again and this time, she couldn't resist the temptation. The temptation of the devil. No matter how hard you try to run away, you will always find yourself at the starting point again. It was the trap of the devil, which made us believe that we have managed to run far away. But the moment he decides to bring us back from this illusion, we break out of it in just a snap of his fingers.

“But each person is tempted when they are dragged away by their own evil desire and enticed.” I swallowed, shifting in the pew. My panties were already damp, my clit pulsing every time I crossed and uncrossed my legs. I was aching from just the sound of his words. He went on, preaching more on how never to give in to temptation, but I was drowning in it, all I saw was him. He closed the bible, his eyes meeting me as he motioned for me to rise. “Come here, child.” He said. I rose. The congregation faded as I walked down the aisle in slow motion, heels clicking softly on the polished wood. Father Liam stepped down from the pulpit and met me at the altar rail. His hand gently cupped my jaw.

Wet hair framed his allure, awakening a stirring feeling within her. In that captivating moment, Cassie felt a mix of emotions. How could a regular guy look so stunning? But his icy eyes had a mysterious depth that fascinated and unsettled her. The temptation was real, challenging her determination. Almost succumbing to the allure, Cassie found solace in a whispered prayer—' Holy Ghost fire' repeated three times, a plea to restore composure. Frustration colored her thoughts; this man, an irresistible temptation, seemed to defy restraint. The realization lingered—She wouldn't face judgment if she gave in to the temptation and let herself be wrapped in his hug.

I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing the worn cover of the book harder against my ribs. "Cast out these evil thoughts," I prayed aloud, my breath hitching as I rocked back and forth on the floor. "Oh Lord. Fill my heart with strength so I don't look at him again. Deliver me from this temptation. Do not let me be corrupted. Please, just give me the strength to survive this temptation and overcome this weakness."

I never look back, but his offer was very enticing the kind of enticing that you would not let go. “ do not keep me waiting then I know you want to. I know you want me to let you search yourself. Let me show you how.,” he whispers through the thick wooden barricades. “ let me show you how lonely you’ve been let me take away the loneliness you feel just let me,” he whispers one more. If temptation is what they teaches then this is the exact temptation I had made the exact one written in the Bible, the exact one that you cannot walk away from.

I was half dripping at the thought. Back inside, Aunt Dolores has returned. The lecture continues. I quickly rushed inside. “…and when temptation knocks, you must slam the door. You must turn to prayer. You must remember who you belong to.” I nod again. My thighs are slick under the skirt. Every step rubs my swollen clit against damp fabric. I’m soaked through.

No one can stop you. Samkelo’s stomach twisted. The shadow was alive, almost sentient, feeding on his thoughts, amplifying temptation. He could feel the pull — the allure of immediate power, the ease of bending events to his will, the seduction of control without responsibility. He took a deep breath, recalling the lessons of the mansion: observation, understanding, and deliberate choice. I will not be consumed by temptation, he whispered. I will guide, not dominate.

Yet, I wasn’t at ease. Allen had just cheated Juliet. My heart was pounding, I needed to get away from him or I would be tempted to suck his lips again. “This is wrong. We can’t do this to Juliet.” I stood up and brushed my hands on getting rid of the wrinkles on my dress. I had been so stupid to think Allen could be into me. I had almost forgotten who I was. Sure I might have feelings for him but that was never an excuse to sin, my grandma used to say, “There is no excuse for sinning.”

Lora, in her eyes, is not only a traitor but also an impediment to her quest to become Luna. "I'm not going to let it happen!" Tina chastised her for the umpteenth time. Lora's entire body ached, and she knew the end was nigh. She saw three angels preparing to take her to eternal heaven. Maybe it's preferable to live but be tortured like this.

I ought to be furious with him, as I usually am, but why does my body give in once he shows his desire, although my head is telling it not to anyway? “Couldn’t he have put me under his spell?”