Novel & Cerita Last Temptation Of Homer

"I tried to keep a low profile and work my way back to my Alpha, but when he announced his Luna's pregnancy, I lost control over my actions. I stabbed her with a silver knife and killed their unborn child. The Alpha commanded me to confess, using his alpha voice on me, which was impossible to disobey. I was sentenced to beheading for my crimes. I barely escaped and fled to your father's pack, believing he would shelter me from retribution. But that did not happen. Your father, Tristan Lenoir, betrayed me. He denied any involvement and banished me from his land. He declared he never asked nor suggested a direct attack against Luna.

My ass burned, but it only made me hotter, wetter, more desperate. “Eleven.” “Lorenzo, please—” I sobbed between counts, my voice ragged. “Twelve.” My body writhed helplessly, trying to ease the ache between my legs, but his grip on the rope kept me immobile. “Thirteen.” The tears slipped free, my voice shaking. “Fourteen—” The last strike came down hard, making me scream, my body jerking violently. “Fifteen,” I gasped, collapsing against the sheets, my arms bound, my ass stinging, my pussy clenching desperately.

And then, just as Kane closes the door to Milner’s cell behind him, I hear the voice I heard when my mate brought me into her light, the voice that spoke to me when The Pope had me and I thought all hope was lost. The Goddess speaks to me. “It will happen. There is no going back. Not for you and not for them. They set you upon this path and brought about their own ruin. The Ultima is born. This is how it will end.”

Homer also quickly tugged on Spencer’s trouser leg and shouted, “Master Spencer, I know my mistake. Please let Hector go. He’s still young. He can still help the Dunley family in the future. I’ll bear the burden alone this time. Please let Hector go.” Hector trembled all over as he knelt behind Homer. His eyes went red when he saw his father bowing and begging. His heart was aching. “Dad, I was wrong. I was really wrong.” Hector howled and kept bowing to Spencer as he said, “Master Spencer, please don’t make things difficult for my father and Uncle Milo. I’ll be responsible for my actions. I’m willing to accept the family rules. I’m begging you, Master Spencer!”

“It could be a few months, a few years, or a few days,” Jim said in response. “Boss, before Apophis truly becomes a God, we must assemble the five magic books to help you become a God.” Tyr took a deep breath and asked, “Where is the fifth book?” Jim continued to deduce and analyze with the Nostro Compass. In the end, he concluded, “The fifth book is the Torment Manuscript, but our nation is currently experiencing peace rather than turmoil.”

— Emma Years later, when the kids were grown and the house was quieter, Emma would find that notebook again—the one Killian had once returned to her, filled with memories. She would turn the last page, finding a note he had written not long after Alina’s graduation: “This life… I wouldn’t change a second. You were never a temptation, Emma. You were the answer. The home. The dream. Always you.” And she’d close the notebook, tears in her eyes, heart full. Because in a world full of ruthless ambition and temptation, they had chosen something rarer. Love. Real, fierce, lasting love. And that—would always be enough.

The soon-to-be family of five talked more about the baby and the girls were very excited to know that they would be traveling the next day to celebrate the existence of their baby sibling. The End! Thank you all for reading TEMPTRESS! I hope you enjoyed reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. I hope to see you in my new story but for the meantime, please feel free to check out my other stories on this app. Thank you!

The love tucked between the lines was like honey, but it was also torturous, like poison. It had him sobbing one moment, then smiling through tears the next. Suddenly gloomy, suddenly joyful. Those two extremes kept surging through him, and the heart that had gone numb from despair began to burn again. He wondered if this was the last light before everything went dark, or the lighting of the fire that would bring back light? Nelson did not know what kind of ending waited ahead. All he could do was pray. He prayed for the secret thoughts that nineteen-year-old Sinead had recorded in her own script to be the means of his escape from the wreckage.

I'm no longer interested. "Mr. Riego left for business, but he told me to bring you to Tartarus tonight." Hunter said it while watching my every reaction. So, my jerk husband wanted me to go to his hell, huh? What can I expect from a devil like that, anyway? Of course, he'd love to see the people he tortures in his fiery hell! I remained calm and didn't dare to satisfy neither Anne and Hunter with my reaction. I only took a step back before closing the door in their faces.

To only the feel of his fingers driving her to distraction, of his erection pressing against her hip, of his strength sheltering her from the storm of her reaction. He urged her closer to release, drove her further from sanity. Relentless and unforgiving, his fingers sought her orgasm, pushing her, demanding a response. His mouth left hers, trailed down her throat to her breast and seized her nipple. The nipple peaked within his mouth. As close as she was, a part of her held back. He'd brought her here once before. He'd pushed her over the edge, but had refused to follow. She wouldn't let him do that again.