Raid Temptress Novels & Stories

From his mother’s fallen body, the purple mist exploded outward, coalescing into the true form of the Temptress: a woman in a silk gown with long, prehensile hair and fiery, solid violet eyes. "You managed to save her. But now you’re exhausted, and I am furious." The dream army began to move faster. Liora and Stefan launched attacks, but their strikes passed right through the shadows; they were not entirely physical. "The Temptress is controlling them from within the dream!" Liora shouted. "We need a way to attack her in the dream realm without getting trapped!" Siron ran toward his prone mother. Kit was already there, checking her pulse. "She’s alive! But she’s weak."

He couldn't resist now, he's been enchanted. That's gonna be same to any guy she comes across. She'd have wild sex with them, they'd beg for more, and she'd lure them into her trap. She'd kill those who did evil, made sure she left no one spared. They'd have a taste of her, and that's all it's gonna take. She gulped down her drink. Sheer excitement strumming her nerves strings, the world beware of her. She's here to take over. She moisten her lips and chug down the rest of the drink. She looked down the night life of the city of Miami and she giggled, excitement bubbling inside her.

Clara Evans hated mornings, but this morning she hated them more than usual. She stared at the sleek glass doors of Vale Industries, her hands gripping her bag like a lifeline. This was the moment that could save her struggling marketing firm, or completely ruin it. And waiting for her inside was Adrian Vale. He was everything she wasn’t supposed to want: tall, impeccably dressed, with an air of control that made people follow him or crumble. And yet, there was something magnetic about him, a dangerous charm she refused to acknowledge.

Ransom threatens in a deadpan tone. “Ah, purdy eye. How I’ve missed you. I keep your eye on me wherever I go. It’s my most prized possession, just like Pixie will be. I’m going to have fun breaking this Viper I found. She reminds me a lot of certain former lead of Las Mangemorts. I believe they called him the Cajun Gator King.” “Tempest is going to destroy you and that’s if the Serpent’s Witch doesn’t get to you first,” I stated.

he yells once more causing me to tremble. “I’ve had my men looking for you all over this goddamn city and you just left without a word!” he yelled. I looked him dead in the eye trying to hide the fact that my body was trembling with fear as I spoke, “ha you had your own men looking but face it Lewis you don’t give a bloody care about me” I said raising my voice. “What is wrong with you and how did you pay for this?” he asked, pointing at the garment bags over my shoulder. “My own money” I snapped and he shook his head grabbing his phone, “Morty transfer $6000 into my wife’s account” he said and that just made my blood boil. “I don’t want your stupid money” I said, dropping the bags and runni

From Tessa’s Perspective: I spent a week acting like a totally creepy stalker. I guess that’s kind of how I usually act in a way except, usually I’m doing it for work. This time, I’m doing it out of pure curiosity for another person. Damien. I’ve spied on him a few times from afar like a creep just watching his daily rituals. I’ve been practically ignoring all job requests, only visiting the bulletin board once this week whereas I usually take a job every two to three days. I looked as far back into his background as I could but it’s as if he didn’t exist before he started his business. There’s no family information, no childhood, no past jobs, nothing. I guess society doesn’t give two shits

It all just feels so wrong. Even now that she's a grown woman, it still feels so sinful. That's why I'm doing my best to step away from every point of temptation. That's why I'm locked up in my study now, trying to drown out every detail about her from tonight. From the way she looked to the way she smelled and the way she smiled at me. No. I just can't do it. "You're an Alpha, for the love of the moon goddess," Donovan curses. "Not only that, you are the Alpha of the Red Moon Pack. You're the most powerful out there, the strongest. Why are you backing down from destiny?"

They reeked of sex and alcohol. Kesh and Rhia. They were the definition of 'Scarlet Women'. They were unmated and slept with anyone once they were carving a release. They have tried to seduce me but it never worked. I wasn't that type of man and I only wanted my mate. "Alpha, are you craving us?", Kesh say as she started touching herself. I groaned as I stared at her. It was just not appealing to me. Her hair was short and you could see her skin literally covered in hickeys.

“What? You’re kidding me, right? I thought you just invited me to lunch.” Amelia glanced at the exit, wanting to make a beeline for the door. His abduction plans made her panic! Does he have a woman-abducting fetish? She jumped when the elevator came to a stop in front of her and the doors slid open. “Joking, Emilia. I’m just inviting you to lunch.” His warm touch on her elbow to push her forward made her jump. Was he a wolf in sheep's clothing - a criminal in disguise? Was she making the worst mistake of her life?

I realise that enslaving you will require more than just my persuading skills. His smile was as sly as a pirate's, and he folded his hands behind his head. "Are we prepared to remove the manacles?” A temptress's smirk curled across her lips as she lifted her chin. "I don't think I'll need them," He watched her warily as she lowered her head to touch the tip of her tongue to one of his hard nipples. "Have we been reading gothic horror stories once more?”