Tempted A House Of Night Novel Novels & Stories

"You cannot defy him again." Her motherly, disapproving touch made me cringe and shrink. "If he can hurt you this badly for pleasure, just think of what he can do when his true intention is to hurt you," she said. When Damon came back later that evening, I was lying on the bed. I had just learned about the library's existence and was reading The Nature of the Beast, a novel about the history of werewolves. He hardly looked at me as he undressed in front of me, his cologne of cigarettes and alcohol returning. I made an effort to look away from his toned chest and the light brown hairs that adorned his ripped abdomen.

Surprisingly, I don't find the idea disturbing. Feeling boredom as it sets in quickly, I make my way over to the bookshelf. I start to peruse the titles and am shocked at what I find. I see the House of Night Series, The Twilight Series, Forbidden Knowledge, Harry Potter Trilogy, and various books on Military Protocols all with black covers. The books are all in good condition too. Not interested in any of the military books I reach for the first book in the House of Night Series. As I take the book over to the couch to settle in, the door swings open.

Something she’d long since come to terms with. The only silver lining in her otherwise mundane life was her books. Specifically, dark romance books. It all started with her accidentally coming across one on a popular book site. The book had garnered over one million readers and she decided to give it a try. Since then, she’d been thrust into the world of morally grey characters with looks that could kill and a thing for cuffing you before giving you the best sex of your life. Did anybody know of this hobby of hers? No. She’d been sure to keep her dark romance collection away from her parents. Of course, her mother had come across it one time but she’d quickly made up and explanation and prie

"Good thing your number will never be called — you're too ugly." "Yes, Mother." I wanted to scream in outrage. She was gorgeous! Even in the dream, I could see the purity of the blood, taste the goodness on my lips. A house appeared in the distance. It was poorly lit. The shutters were falling from the windows, and the porch steps had seen better days. The foundation crumbled beneath the heaviness of the home, making it appear depressing. I took the steps two at a time and found myself in Genesis's room. She had books everywhere. Books about vampires, werewolves, and sirens. Then finally, Dark Ones.

She let out a moan, her eyes still closed. Moving my hands down her thigh, I gave it a light squeeze before tracing my finger over her clit. She moaned my name, sending waves of pleasure through me. I could feel the intense heat emanating from her clit, indicating just how wet she was. I knew that if I touched her, my desire would consume me. And my wolf would lose complete control. In a rush, I quickly rose to my feet, hastily draping the blanket over her body. I cautiously made my way towards the door, not daring to look back. Afraid I might lose control if the blanket didn’t cover her body well.

“This was found on her bed.” I took it. A symbol had been drawn into the cloth. My silver mark burned. I gasped and dropped it. Kael caught it before it touched the ground. Damien walked toward us. “Let me see that.” Kael handed it to him. Damien studied the symbol. “I have seen this before.” “Where?” “In an old Blackwood record.” My heart began beating faster. “What does it mean?” Damien looked at me. “An abandoned Moonborn temple.”

House of Lust & Moonlight: (Story 1) Seducing the Alpha Azalea~ His cock drove into me so deep I forgot my own name. The hotel room was dark, spinning, my head heavy like it was filled with thick fog. But his body felt familiar. Heavy. Demanding. It had to be Timothy, my mate. My husband of four miserable years. The one who barely touched me anymore. Tonight he was different; stronger, hungrier, like he actually wanted me.

She had a late sociology lab; I was done by one. Friday afternoons were my sanctuary. The only time the house was empty, silent, and completely mine. And I had a ritual. It started a month ago. I'd ordered my first real adult magazine online, discreetly shipped in plain packaging. 'Sinful Nights. It felt like holding contraband. This wasn't the soft-focus suggestive stuff; this was graphic, explicit, a window into a world of unapologetic lust. In our digital age, it felt strangely more intimate, more dangerous, than just pulling up a site.

“Or watch me while I fucked myself.” “You what?” he hisses in my ear, pinching my nipple so hard I’m unable to stop the cry that bursts from my throat. “Did you touch yourself without me?” Ace drops his hand from my nipple, only to dip it beneath the material of the shirt and drag his fingers up my stomach. His large hand covers my breast, squeezing it until I see stars dance across my vision. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. “I laid awake at night hoping you would slip through the window I left open for you. But you never came.”

Because the cloth was slippery, it accidentally fell and gathered around her waist. The man pushed her onto the bed and she immediately followed him. She saw his eyes twinkle with wild passion and great need. He didn't give her a chance to feel lost. He cupped her left chest and caught one n*pple in his mouth. He sucked it as she convulsed and moaned with so much pleasure.