Novel & Cerita Temptation Under The Sun

“Get up witch,” Juliet seized the duvet, the sun shine through the half-opened window, goosebumps were all over me as I struggled to get myself warm by tightly hugging myself. “Good morning Juliet,” I murmured. Curtsey was on one of the many things Margaret emphasized on. “Didn’t you hear me the first time? I said wake up witch.” And I thought Father considering to meet with the Ian’s for a marriage proposal was supposed to brighten her mood.

I said, forcing myself to sit up. “Agreed, we rest tonight and tomorrow we trek through night and day to get us through the thickest parts of the forest. I’ve heard some crazy things about this place. Temptation forest is exactly that, a complete temptation. Built to trick you into straying from your path to indulge in your deepest fears and desires.” My stomach twisted in knots as I stared at the trees. They stood still, not a single branch moving, no birds singing, no wildlife at all actually. And something about that was extremely unsettling.

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.”

“You love me.” After a while of being blindfolded and carried, I was finally set down. “Alright, now, come this way,” Dustin tells me as he grabs my hands. We walked a few more steps before he stopped, “Okay, you can look now.” I took off the blindfold and blinked at the sunlight that was shining on my face. Once my vision cleared, I saw a picnic with rose petals scattered across the blanket and sand, “This is–” I could barely form the words,

Sikha asked as I shook my head in no, innocently, she replied, "If you fail to do as they say, then they will force you into prostitution, slavery, feed you to their pets, sell your body parts on the black market, and worse that you do not want me to complete. We hope you go through each one of these,” I ignored the chill that ran down my spine as Javed threw a bag of clothes and other essentials to me, “Quickly get ready I’ll be back in fifteen minutes to take you,” Sikha ordered me and left alongside her husband. What did I do wrong to deserve all of this? But if that’s how God has written my fate I’ve no choice but to accept it no matter what.

Kael The Sun Temple wasn’t built for worship. It was built to be obeyed. Every column bled gold. Every breath was a prayer to something arrogant enough to believe it owned heat itself. And in the center of it all—on a throne of burning glass—sat Solen. The god looked exactly as I imagined him. Perfect. Terrible. Beautiful in the way forest fires are beautiful—because you can’t look away while everything dies. > “Welcome, Lycan King,” he said, voice like molten metal.

“Why not have my first time and fuck me crazy? Kai’s cock twitched hard under her foot. He looked down at her flushed cheeks and still-swollen breasts, eyes burning. “Can you bear the risk of your cravings?” he whispered, voice rough. Lila pressed her foot firmer against him. “To get your cock pounding me hard, I’d bear anything. Isn't some secret forbidden rendezvous exciting?" Kai studied her for a long moment, then purred, voice low and dark. “If my cock buries inside you, you won’t be standing as fast as you are right now.”

Julian whispered against Adrian’s neck, his skin tingling with electrical heat as Adrian’s hands slid up his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them. "And I am your fortress," Adrian replied, his voice a low, fierce promise that echoed in the quiet bedroom. They came together in a slow, explosive rhythm of fierce love and deep physical passion—a celebration of life, rebirth, and a devotion that had overcome the darkest depths of the sea. As the quiet stars shone high above the Pacific coast, Julian held Adrian tight, anchored in the arms of his true love, knowing that the storm was finally over, and his real life had just begun.

he said softly, “temptation is not the fruit itself. It is the moment before you taste it—the pause, the question, the tremor in your soul. You are all trembling now. And that tremor is the key to freedom.” His words settled into their bones like heat. The men behind them raised the apples slightly, red skins glowing like embers in the candlelight. The laughter was gone. The hall pulsed with silence, desire, and the weight of the unknown. And then, as though choreographed, the women lifted their hands toward the apples.

The greatest possible temptation. Drinking large quantities of fairy blood allows you to tolerate some sunlight. You could go outside on a cloudy day, you could watch a sunset from behind a cover and not burn out your eyes. The temptation to taste it is one thing, but the promise of the sun to someone who’s only future is a life in the dark?