Silent Night By Temptation Novels & Stories

♠ 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒎� ��𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔.

I sang along. With my voice in line with how I sing for Immortal Eclipse, it made for an interesting duet with my younger self. Sage perked up, not simply amused as they’d been a moment ago. They were intrigued. They likely noticed the difference in my singing voice on the recording and in the car. “I live for the darkness, where the silence sings. I’m the king of the night, wearin’ shadowed wings. Where the world slows down and the heart beats deep. That’s when I find what I need to keep.” I continued to sing along, turning to watch the road.

For a few minutes it was all. The sound of us breathing was cutting through the silence in the room. The words in our heart were filling the silence in our head. The cool light of full moon streamed through the window, casting deep shadows through out the room. My lips connected with the bare skin of her shoulder and grazed her skin, slowly. Her muscles instantly tensed and she heaved out a long seductive breath she was holding. My heart was beating at a wild pace against my chest. In the complete silence, I am sure she can hear the loud beating of my heart. When I listened attentively I found out that it was not the sound of one heart beating, it was two. Her heart was racing at the same sp

I sense my hands trembling, my heart palpitating and worse, my thighs clench. Each touch branded into memory, bringing back memory into marrow. As if my body was built to house his madness. And my silence, a shrine he kneels at. I tell myself I’m okay. That if I close my eyes long enough, I’ll wake up somewhere else. But the weight doesn’t lift. Breathes with me. There are nights you can hear your thoughts. And then… there are nights you pray they stay quiet. Because if they speak, they’ll whisper his name.

It makes no sense anymore, life is what it is, a dance of suffering and falls, an improvisation out of our hands and a music product of a fusion of sadness and pain, that's what it is. -Why am I here? Amanda's velvety voice brought me out of my thoughts, her light blue eyes looked at me with confusion, but, she was aware of what was happening, she didn't get up alerted, instead, she just sat there, with her legs crossed and watching me with indifference, acting as if she was in front of a common stranger, not one who kidnapped her and has her on a plane to Russia. -You're here for a very simple reason, I don't want to let you go, I didn't want to leave without bringing you with me.

Matt plunged harder and faster in a wild, primitive rhythm that drove her higher and higher. Savannah clung to him in a fever of need, oblivious to the fact her nails were digging into his flesh. She felt as if he were lifting her out of herself to a realm where nothing existed but his hot, hard body filling her, possessing her. And she was totally unaware of the breathless plea for more escaping her as he captured the erotic sound with his mouth. She felt his great body shudder violently, and she cried out his name as wave after wave of explosive sensations swept her into an ecstatic oblivion.

But as sleep claims me, his face swims in the darkness—green eyes, scarred hands, voice like sin. Restless dreams follow. A figure in black, approaching through mist. Hands reaching, not to bless, but to claim. I wake gasping, sheets damp with sweat, the ache deeper now. Obsession? No, just curiosity. Temptation? Perhaps. But power... whose? His, or the one stirring in me? The bell tolls midnight. I kneel by my bed, whispering Hail Marys. Full of grace. But grace feels far away tonight, replaced by something darker, intimate, charging the air like thunder waiting to break.

Night settled on us like a bedsheet someone suddenly throws over you—heavy, muffled, smothering every sound. I didn’t know what woke me first. The cold concrete beneath my back, Sadira’s steady breathing against my chest, or that strange, taut silence in which even my own heartbeat felt like an intrusive noise. By reflex, I didn’t move. I only opened my eyes and let my demon-sight adjust to the darkness.

He hears it, oh, he hears it, because the chuckle that escapes him is low and rich and cruelly amused. “Stop fighting what you want, baby girl,” he whispers. “Just come to bed with me.” Yes. The devil himself. Who else could tempt a sane woman, a woman desperate to do right, and drag her down into sin with nothing more than words? His voice isn’t merely temptation. It is temptation incarnate. I manage to force words past the chaos trembling on my tongue. “Please… I can’t… I can’t do this. My sister—she’s going to be back in a few minutes and I—”

“Cry for us, Ava. That’s right, tears look good on a desperate bitch like you. Tanya doesn’t act like a jealous whore. She knows her place. You? You’re just entertainment. A broken, obsessed toy we can degrade whenever we feel like it.” The dirty talk poured over me, each word worse than the last. “Filthy slut.” “Desperate cunt.” “Jealous bitch who doesn’t deserve our attention.” My eyes burned. Tears slipped down my cheeks despite how hard I fought them. My ego shattered further, but underneath the humiliation was that twisted pull, the dark temptation that kept me coming back. They won. I should have ignored them. I should have stayed on the other side of the party. But I’d walked right in