Fall Into Temptation Novels & Stories

"We could make him love you properly. Make him regret choosing fear over faith. Make him stay by your side forever." The temptation nearly brought me to my knees. The voices offered everything I'd lost—love, security, an end to emotional agony. All I had to do was stop fighting and accept their embrace. I found myself lowering my tools. My resistance crumbling under the weight of all my suffering and the promise of peace that felt so desperately appealing. "Stop fighting what's natural," the voices crooned with false gentleness. "Stop carrying burdens that were never yours to bear. Let us make you strong instead of broken."

And I had contingencies for each. I flipped through Etian’s page. The man was clever, but too driven by pain. His recent abduction had rattled him, leaving him vulnerable. If I pushed just right—maybe with a planted witness or a misleading tip—Etian would fall off the trail or follow the wrong one entirely.

He would say. "Women start to decline after 25, and after 30, no one will want you." "Do you want me to introduce you to someone? I know a boss, his child is 8 years old, just divorced, and he's eager to find someone." "Actually, Kate, you're quite pretty. If I were ten years older, I might have pursued you." I endured his incessant buzzing, but he was as relentless as a fly. "Leon, you better mind your own business. I don't need you to worry about mine." I left him with those words, took my laptop, and retreated to a safe distance.

I would've been amongst the bunch if I had just simply stacked my blanket and left immediately. In a blink of an eye he was right infront of me. I shrieked and lost my balance falling hard on the floor. I groaned as I scooted far away from him. My head felt dizzy and I whispered a small prayer hoping that my energy wasn't being drained again. Not at a time like this. "We can play this the hard way or the easy way. Either you come to me willingly or I'll come to you. The choice is yours princess", he said before crossing his arms and looking down at me. I pushed myself deeper into the wall if that was even possible.

“I don’t want anyone else looking at you and feeling the way I do right now.” “Yes? And how’s that?” “Hungry, out of control, the want is making my body burn. I can’t think.” “Oh.” “Yes.” Cass slid her hand higher, moved the flimsy piece of material covering her wetness aside, and slipped her finger into the wet heat. “Come onto my lap.” “I’ll make your tux dirty.” Olivia gasped as the finger inside her became two. “You do look so damned good in that tux.” “Fuck the tux, Liv.”

Tems held Tinsely tighter as she wobbled, struggling to maintain her stance, and he instinctively shrouded his arms around her, steadying her. In that sizzling moment, Tems couldn't deny the intense sexual attraction he felt towards her. He had always wanted her, always. A swell of lust run through his veins, heightening the heat in his body as he breathed hotly on her ear. He knew he can't resist the temptation, and he knew he must have her, tonight. Tems smirked at the imagination of burying himself in between her legs and making her scream his name. With a determined mind, he led her out of the noisy the disarray of the clubhouse, taking her directly to his car.

If thinking like this means going to hell, then I would gladly accept the offer, if it means to be with him and in his arms, with my legs and hands wrapped around him while he sucked the life out of me and devoured me whole. Such a sinful thought and I'm falling for the temptations that my body is craving for, and I don't want to fight with that 'Falling Temptations'. I want to be engulfed in it. He then moved his hand that was holding my head to roam around my neck, moving down to my bare back before taking a turn towards my shoulder and at that moment, I wished that there was no towel that would stop his hands tracing my body. I wished he would rip that towel off my body even though my san

"As we forgive those who trespass against us…” I curled my fingers deeply inside her, pressing against that spot that made her see stars. "Lead us not into temptation and shit..." She gasped out, her prayer breaking off into moans. I thrust harder, knowing I was the reason her words and thoughts were scrambled"...and deliver us from evil…”

"Victor is an aesthetic hedonist. He buys beautiful things and breaks them when he grows bored. If you approach him as a delicate flower, he will take you, conquer you, and discard you again." Adrian's thumb stroked over Julian’s bottom lip, pulling it down slightly, exposing white teeth. Julian felt a shudder run through his core, a sharp spike of arousal that caught him off guard. "You must be the poison he willingly swallows," Adrian continued softly, his thumb tracing the curve of Julian's jaw line down to his throat. "You must be arrogant, elusive, and utterly unattainable until he is crawling on his knees. He must believe you are superior to him in every way—wealthier, sharper, cooler,

The way he often woke me up from sleep showed that he had a strong appetite, I thought he was insatiable. I didn't regret any of it until now, after what my dad said. I've screwed up. And it was my fault. Even though I wanted to sleep with Mr Wilson, I could have stopped it but the way he pleaded and my desire for him was so strong that I decided to give into the temptation and deal with the consequences later. "Sophia, what's on your mind?" My dad asked, snapping me back. "N- Nothing dad. I uh... I really appreciate your advice and I assure you my reasons are not as absurd as you may think."