Tempted By Deception Novels & Stories

I saw one fifty two minutes ago. I don't know what to think. My step-father has committed a lot of atrocities, but none, have haunted me quite like him shamelessly revealing the evidence of his arousal to me. I don't want to think too much about it, but my mind doesn't want to stop manufacturing questions I know I do not want to hear the answers to. If only he'd said a word. Just one word. It is said that the Devil is the master of deceit, that he is most adroit at weaving up illusions of false pleasure and decadence that conceal utter apparition. That is how he traps many souls without them even knowing it.

She started but stopped looking into his needy pleading eyes. He leaned down to capture her lips again and this time, she couldn't resist the temptation. The temptation of the devil. No matter how hard you try to run away, you will always find yourself at the starting point again. It was the trap of the devil, which made us believe that we have managed to run far away. But the moment he decides to bring us back from this illusion, we break out of it in just a snap of his fingers.

Now back into the scene and right in front of her, Ramil’s world changes, all with those words that temptation is too much for him to say no to. “Everything that you desire and will desire. I will give it to you. I will grant everything. Only if you are willing to give the equivalent exchange for that deep desire.” The temptation is too good to be true, yet not impossible if you are facing the being that is swimming into the pool of darkness and the world of shadows. “Everything?” “Yes, everything.” Word is somehow making Winona gasp for air, and sending her shivers that went all the way to her spine. A different kind of dread that she couldn’t get away from, nor take it out of her mind and

“I drove all night, risked my life, and lied to him for days to surprise him with his dream car—the G-Wagon—the one you guys helped me move. And when I got to the apartment—.” I started crying again. Thomas’s eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?” “He was in bed,” I confirmed, swallowing hard. “With Lisa.” The words were out. Thomas stared at me for a beat, his expression shifting from confusion to shock, then to pure, visceral rage. "No," he growled, shaking his head. "No way. Charles wouldn't..." But the conviction in my eyes, the tears streaming down my face, and the undeniable truth of the situation shattered his denial. He let out a primal yell, a sound ripped straight from the de

Cameroon - “Lord Jesus, deliver this boy from the clutches of temptation,” she intoned, her voice rising in dramatic fervor. “Cleanse his soul and restore his path!” Evans blinked, looking more amused than alarmed, though he wisely said nothing. I rolled my eyes so hard it was a miracle I didn’t sprain something. “Mom, he’s not possessed. He’s just here for the wedding and food." "Food?" she repeated, narrowing her eyes at me. “Is that what they’re calling it these days?”

And I could’ve believed her if she wasn’t blinking her eyelashes sensually. “Listen, you need to back out from this deal. We both need to confront our parents. I need you to convince your dad to call off the engagement, I can pay you any amount you desire.” One of Jed’s brilliant ideas was to offer her a lifetime opportunity that she won’t resist. He left out the part that she was going to confess her underlying love. He believed that girls like her were just thirsty for money. “You’re a jerk!” she stood on her tip toes and landed a slap on my cheeks. I stood still not sure of my next move. Nothing could’ve prepared me for this, not even Jed himself.

“I don’t want anyone else looking at you and feeling the way I do right now.” “Yes? And how’s that?” “Hungry, out of control, the want is making my body burn. I can’t think.” “Oh.” “Yes.” Cass slid her hand higher, moved the flimsy piece of material covering her wetness aside, and slipped her finger into the wet heat. “Come onto my lap.” “I’ll make your tux dirty.” Olivia gasped as the finger inside her became two. “You do look so damned good in that tux.” “Fuck the tux, Liv.”

Tyler's voice held much authority. My heart melted, his words felt like a balm to my already bleeding heart. I was sure if he had legs, Tyler would have grabbed my hand and taken me out to ...... Hold on a second. Why was I thinking backwards? Why was I melting over his words? Why were my hands shaking at the thought that Tyler had just stood up to his mother for my sake? His words, had he truly meant them? Was I truly attractive to him even in my supposed disguise? And why was my heart screaming wildly?

I snapped. The man chuckled. "What kind of husband would let their wife stray away from him in a party when she looks like that." I swallowed. "Like that?" I echoed. "Like sin and temptation wrapped into one alluring package." He whispered into my ear. "Like a siren drawing every single man here closer." His fingers brush down my exposed spine and I shiver, wondering if I'd gone mad. Christian could come up here any second and catch me in this compromising position with this stranger. But the man's words had weaved a spell, trapping me.

So I choose to trust my instinct. "Sorry Alex, my brother is quite shy. Bud he means no harm, it's okay, you can talk to him." Grey whispered to me, but I believe otherwise. It must have been almost a minute, and I didn't want the atmosphere to feel awkward, especially for my brother. So I titled my head gradually and travelled my eyes from the man’s shoulders, to his neck, his face, and finally... I looked him in the eyes, his piercing black eyes. He was already gazing at me with an amused expression, and I felt coldness wash over my body.