Temptation Quote Oscar Wilde Novels & Stories

But even knowing that didn’t put a damper on my overheated, lusty body. He was like the devil, offering me a succulent apple, but taking that apple might get me banished from heaven. But oh, I was tempted. So damn tempted. I couldn’t help the reaction in my body. It was sending so many mixed signals right now. I couldn’t decipher any of them. “Curiosity, they say, is treacherous territory. It might kill you.” His eyes glinted as his fingers traced my pulse. I closed my eyes. I was so f*cking weak to stand against this.

A moment later, she stares sharply at her conversational partner. "Hm... maybe two or three years ago? I don't know, I kinda forgot. But when I met Ottis again, I knew his love for me was still there." "And because of that, you stooped to becoming a temptress?" The woman, dressed in a peach blouse and loose pants, laughs. This time her laughter is very mocking. "I didn't tempt him, your husband was the one tempted. Besides, you should think about why your husband was tempted. What's lacking in you?"

She moaned from time to time as she grabbed her body through the bathrobe. The desire in my body grew stronger because of her moaning. I wanted nothing but to go to her and push her down underneath me. She was very seductive and charming. She bewitched me. Moreover, she even grabbed a cucumber and started eating it while still being on the video call. I could no longer take it. I unzipped my pants and surrendered to my desires as I fixed my gaze on the woman on the phone. “Be good, Lilith. Take everything off. Show it to me.”

he says this in such a calm voice and I wonder how many times has he had someone do this for him. " What exactly should I do to get him in a VIP area?" I ask a little confused. "Well that's where your dancing training comes in you will seduce him with your dancing and he will ask for you to escort him to a VIP area so you can give him a lap dance as soon as you see he isn't paying attention to his drink you will slip a drug into his drink so when he drinks it it will make him pass out and my men will escort you and him out without anyone seeing you." he tells me.

I didn't have time to be envious. "You're so damn carefree," I muttered, taking an-other sip of my beer. "You know I can never go back to that, right?" "Oh, I do," he said with a solemn nod. "There are times that I feel sorry for you, but my little niece is so pretty, if you'd left Adele on her own back then, I would have beat you up."

"Captain, I need a warrant. Fast. Victoria Holt. Theo Holt. Sarah, last name pending. Extortion, blackmail, wire fraud, and conspiracy to defame. We're crashing a gala tonight." The pieces were moving. All converging on one glittering ballroom. Where smiles would hide knives. And one family's truth would either save them or destroy them forever.

He pointed down the hall, “But this is your room so you can get settled in the meantime.” “Thank you.” He nodded in response and left for a different room just opposite mine. Fuck. Define temptation in one word.

The sermon I had prepared vanished. "Temptation is not a silent whisper," I began, my voice lower than usual. "It is a loud noise in a quiet room." I stared into space for a moment, my thoughts wandering. "It is the memory of a touch that makes the skin on your arms crawl even in the presence of the Holy Spirit. It is the scent of vanilla in a room full of incense." I gripped the edges of the wooden lectern until my knuckles turned white. The congregation was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

"I've tried. Every night, I've tried to pray you out of my head. Every morning, I've begged God to take this temptation from me." "Did He?" "You know He didn't." His hand reached up, cupping my face as he used his thumb to race my jaw lightly. "You're the only prayer I can't stop saying." My heart slammed against my ribs, and I lean into his touch, closing my eyes. "I've wanted you since the first time you confessed," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "Every fantasy you described, I pictured myself there. And every sin you confessed, I wanted to commit."

Lena smiled a fraction wider—and it hit him like a body blow. God, he was miserable. As she swept them across at the checkout, Julian prowled the aisles back and forth, his fingers dancing over the spines but not really looking. He stood in front of the poetry aisle. A hand-scrawled notice taped to the shelf read: *"'For broken hearts and brave souls.'*" Julian snorted under his breath. *Broken* was weakness. *Bravery* was folly. But still, his hand closed over a slim book without deliberation.