Tempted By Deception Novels & Stories

“What? You’re kidding me, right? I thought you just invited me to lunch.” Amelia glanced at the exit, wanting to make a beeline for the door. His abduction plans made her panic! Does he have a woman-abducting fetish? She jumped when the elevator came to a stop in front of her and the doors slid open. “Joking, Emilia. I’m just inviting you to lunch.” His warm touch on her elbow to push her forward made her jump. Was he a wolf in sheep's clothing - a criminal in disguise? Was she making the worst mistake of her life?

turning my gaze out the window again. We drive in further silence which I was grateful for my nerves were shot and I was beginning to get sweaty. Just when I thought I was getting a panic attack the car stopped and I looked at Matt. " We are here. Here is the pills you need to put in the guy's drink don't let him see you do it otherwise your cover is blown. You will be introduced as the Seductive Temptress when the music starts you make your way to the pole and dance the guy will definitely ask for a private dance afterwards that's when you will spike him. Here's the a photo of the guy memorize it. I will be in the club don't make eye contact with me pretend you don't know me. Now go on thro

She rolled her eyes and attempted to move on, but her words made me and the beast stare at her, unable to understand what she meant. I cocked my brow at her in confusion. “Spare me?” From what, getting hard? There was no way she knew how much of a temptation she was to me, and the tone of her voice implied something darker. “Yes. Temptation is the road to Hell, or at least that’s what I hear.” Shit. She couldn’t have gotten that any more right if she tried. I smirked at her again, my temptress. “You think I’m tempted by you?”

“The worst thing is a setup that feels too perfect. If he walks into the cabin and immediately senses an unusually dense, intentional layout of traps, even a fool would realize he’s walked into a snare. What we need is something that feels natural, incomplete, and asymmetrical—an area that looks abandoned but still faintly dangerous. Let him find the traps—but ones that seem like lingering hazards, the kind you can work around, not a battlefield prepped in advance. Let him think we’re wary, not trying to ensnare him.” Livia nodded in agreement. “Right. The traps have to look untouched, aged, worn. No fresh traces. I trust you both can handle that part. As for me—I’ll play the greedy, gullibl

A whim. The beer bottle began to spin, and Kia giggled as one of the men kissed her neck with burning desire. "Stop it, Soft Voice! No touching unless you’re the winner," the beautiful girl in the tight black dress yanked at the hair of the man who cheated by making an early move. Kia smiled at him and then brushed her lips. "If you win, then tonight, I’m all yours," she whispered seductively. "You can do whatever you want with me, darling."

Her moans were like wicked symphonies I never knew I craved… soft, sinful, forbidden poetry whispered in the dead of night. Fuck. Where was this coming from? Judas Romanovski didn’t use words like this. Didn’t let himself feel like this. But for her? For her, I could write thousands—dark verses and the more I looked at her, the more it dragged me further into an obsession that bordered on madness. She was my temptation, my ruin, wrapped in whispers. A lie. Yes, she was a lie. She had to be. Cause there was no way truth could be so tempting.

"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."

Confusion, longing, and fear warred within him. “I want to see you,” he whispered. “But everything says otherwise. Everything points to a deception so vast I cannot comprehend it.” “The deception is right in front of you,” I said. “She is the deception. She is the creation of people who want to destroy us. They know that the strongest way to defeat us is to make us doubt each other.” The woman laughed softly. It sounded like my laugh, but it lacked warmth.

Tristan whispered, lowering his eyes in dejection. “What’s forbidden always appeals to your heart. All of them are simply caught in an illusion.” He whispered, gritting his teeth. “You taught us, not just Brother but all of us… yet.” Tristan scowled, rage blinding him. “Once again, Tristan. Temptation is a great curse. Anyone could lose.” He hummed. He was trying so hard to find a justification for their action but it would bring grave consequences and he knew it. It was supposed to be a fun adventure to look and come back. How could it become so malevolent?

I’ll never let anything happen to her, it doesn’t matter what happens. We were taken to the back entrance of the Casino by a bald detrimental-looking man wearing a tight black suit, his eyes traveling around my revealed skin every then and now, especially to my open breast curves, dripping invisible saliva of lust for me. I cannot explain in words how awfully uncomfortable I am because of him. I pretended not to notice his stares at me.