Novel & Cerita Tempt Book

Doesn’t mean it’s good. I’m not addicted, at least that’s what I tell myself. I light it only when I want to feel something sharp enough to cut through the fog in my chest. Just as I’m about to flick the lighter, I hear it, muffled sobs. My hand stills. I turn, slowly, and there she is, Bambi. Sitting on the cold floor, knees pulled tight to her chest, shoulders trembling like she’s trying not to let the world see her break. The sound is quiet, the kind that crawls under your skin because it’s too real.

“So you ask for a month to handle me? What is it with me that is not healthy for your business?” “Sasha,” Caleb’s voice changed in tone. There was something in his voice and in his eyes that tugged at my heartstrings. “My family runs a business that’s out of the ordinary........” His explanation went on. Telling me something I hadn’t heard from him before. The Amethyst... The way he described the place to me made me breathlessly curious. He was taking a risk by telling me about the place, which was not an average business. A place that provided a safe and respectful environment for people to explore their desires and fantasies.

It was a study room. “I’m really sorry. I will just go.” I walked in the direction I came in. I couldn’t comprehend why I keep messing up everything. First it was climbing into his bed when he wasn’t there, then the embarrassing Leo story that my bestfriends took the honor of narrating. “Stay.” He muttered. I stopped in my tracks and looked puzzlingly at him. I avoided eye contact and settled my gaze to the books on the shelf. They were classics from Jane Eyre down to the Lord of the Flies. At the bottom of the shelf stood a huge collection of contemporary romance novels, the largest list I had ever seen someone possess.

I get dressed in a worn out suit that hardly fits anymore and go out the door. I take a bus going to Velvet avenue, and as I step out, I feel a tight tug in my stomach. I shake the feeling away and walk through the gigantic, sparklingly, glass doors. "Hey doe boy." Chelsy calls to me, her purple hair still in tight curls like the last time I saw her. "Here's the files you have to scan. And please, no snack breaks in between." I look down at my feet that were obstructed by my stomach, and nod slowly, taking the papers

Can he ignore the attraction he felt for her, feelings that resurfaced after ten years? What will Alyssa do when she is stalked by the man who has been invading her dreams since the day she met him? What will she do when she is whisked away to a deserted island by the unpredictable Nicholas Donnelly? Can she tame her heart or surrender to the sinful temptations? Read this third book of the Temptation Series to find out!

She didn’t flinch. She held her posture. She had chosen not to disappear. Now she would choose how to be seen. At her desk, a slim envelope waited. No sender. She stared at it for a long moment before opening it. Inside was a printed article draft. Not published. Not yet. A speculative piece. Framed as analysis. The Consultant Who Changed the Game: Clara Evans and the Quiet Influence Behind Vale’s Evolution. Her stomach dropped. This wasn’t Serena’s style directly. It was smarter than that.

"Alex, I have an idea, but it requires you to take some risks. Are you willing to help?" I immediately replied, "Gus, just tell me what you need me to do." "In this situation, the only solution is to use you as bait. The Temptress emerged this time partly because of Jim's actions, but also because it has taken a liking to you. "Your spiritually receptive constitution could greatly enhance its cultivation. If you pretend to approach its cave, the Temptress will likely abandon its plan to self-destruct its core and instead try to capture you to heal its wounds."

The heat of Adrian’s palm seeped through his silk velvet jacket, grounding him instantly. "He hasn't taken his eyes off you for ten minutes," Adrian murmured near Dax’s ear, his tone laced with dark satisfaction. "He looks like a starving man watching a banquet through a window." Dax took a slow sip of his bourbon, leaning back into Adrian’s touch just enough to signal intimacy to anyone watching. "He’s confused," Dax replied in his low, velvety voice, not looking back. "He’s trying to reconcile the corpse he thinks he made with the man standing in front of him."

Tapping it, I typed quickly. I need a favour The next second, the response came. Is there ever a time you don't need something? I chuckled, typing back, my fingers moving smoothly over the keyboard. Not lately. There was a pause for a few seconds, then a response came in after. What is it? I hope you're not trying to get yourself killed this time. With a smile, I typed the favour I needed and sent it. ******” Her apartment was exactly as I thought it'd look. It was cozy and lived–in. Books were stacked on the coffee table, there was a half empty mug of coffee on the counter and a throw blanket draped over the couch. The space smelled like her—Vanila and something floral.

But before leaving— She looked back at him. Her gaze steady. Confident. Certain. “I don’t run,” she said. A pause. “I don’t hesitate.” Another pause. “And I don’t regret.” Then she opened the door. And left. John stood alone again. But the silence felt different now. Not empty. Not calm. But filled with something new. Temptation. Conflict. And something far more dangerous— Choice. Back in the dormitory, Christiana sat on her bed, restless. Uneasy. She didn’t know where Joy had gone.