Tempted By Deception Novels & Stories

“It's the least I can do for you.” “W-What?” I asked, unbelieving. “Are you fucking out of your mind, Ambrose?” His eyes instantly snapped at me after hearing me speak. There was an emotion that suddenly crossed his eyes, but I vanished as well after he blinked. It was so fast that I wasn't given the chance to read him completely. “In the mafia, we may be cruel at most times, but we have principles. And I abide by it,” his voice was low. “You are a temptress, Schuyler. You may not notice it, but you are. Not just to me, but to anyone else too.”

It corroded trust and left scars invisible to the eye but searing to the soul. “Who?” Sienna pressed gently, desperate to unravel the web of deception. Evelyn shook her head. “Not yet. I need to be sure before I say anything. If they’re still out there, listening…” Alex’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. “We can’t afford mistakes. Every move has to be calculated.” The SUV’s headlights cut through the fog as they approached a nondescript building nestled between two shuttered warehouses. Alex pulled up silently and killed the engine. For a moment, the only sounds were the distant wail of sirens and the faint buzz of streetlights.

She had walked into the wreckage willingly. Back then, she thought she was doing the right thing. Her heart, desperate to be seen, told her it was love. It had felt like it—rushing, consuming, warm in a way that blinded her to the cracks beneath. That was her first mistake. Trusting a man who wore deceit like cologne—charming, sweet, and dangerously misleading. He had spun illusions with effortless ease, painting futures with golden strokes of honeyed lies. And she—so eager to belong, to be chosen—had stepped right into the trap, barefoot and smiling.

he said and hung up. Prisca was dazed. How could that son of a bitch commit a grave sin and get away with it very easily? He was now seen as the innocent one, a pure man with no sin while she was the sex-crazed whore, a psychopath who spends her life on whiskey. She started feeling a sharp pain in her head. She was so sad that she wanted to drink herself into a stupor. She headed over to the wine rack to get some whiskey, but to her disappointment, there was none.

LAURA I was going to go crazy. I was very positive that I was going to go crazy. Alex had made it his life’s mission to push me over the edge and right into the ever welcome hands of insanity by seducing me mercilessly. Because that was what this was. Seduction. There was no other word for it. I wasn’t even sure if I was just making it up in my head or if it was real, but everything he did recently was with an extra level of sensuality. The way he walked, talked and even ate.

Victor stumbled forward slightly, his mouth open, his chest heaving, his body aching with unfulfilled, agonizing desire. Dax stood three feet away, calmly lifting his glass of cognac to his lips, taking a slow, elegant sip. "I don't yield to men who beg, Mr. Vance," Dax said coolly, his tone instantly shifting from sultry heat to icy corporate detachment. "If you want my time—or my favor—you will have to earn it." "Earn it?" Victor rasped, adjusting his coat with shaking hands, his face flushed with embarrassment and burning arousal. "How?"

"What do you propose we do then? You suddenly coming to me with this idea was unexpected. What do you think we're supposed to do?" He sipped his wine for a while before speaking. "We get revenge on them. We beat them to their own game. The only way we can achieve this is deception." I raised a brow, "Deception?" What is this man talking about? One minute he's asking us to trust each other and now he's talking about deception? Come closer. I hesitated for a while, seeing that he is serious I moved over to him. He whispered his plans in my ears. I understand everything he said, but can I still trust him? What if this is a trap?

It's not fair, that this man has come into my life, disguised as an angel, when in reality he was Lucifer himself. I remember a song, by one of my favorite singers, that says: he's handsome as hell. Because I guess sin and temptation, have their appeal, and sometimes it's hard to say no. But sin and temptation always have their appeal. But sin and temptation will always have the same ending, guilt, and regret that makes you ache to your very soul.

I cannot let anger, fear, or temptation dictate my actions. The first signs of betrayal became apparent in the boardroom. Documents had been subtly altered, communications redirected, and minor incidents orchestrated to create distrust among loyal members. The conspirators moved like shadows themselves — careful, calculated, and almost invisible. At the same time, faint tremors of supernatural energy pulsed through the mansion, remnants of Sipho’s influence feeding on fear, hesitation, and ambition.

He wake me up at midnight and took me again, and another one at dawn until I totally pass out. I woke up in the afternoon and I can't feel my lower half, I tried to move and I saw a painkiller and water at the night stand, I reach it and drink two pills. I wait to kick in the medicine and move again. As I sat I see that I was still naked under the duvet. I was looking for Pete but he was nowhere to be found, and it sank in my mind that maybe he regret being with me and my heart aches.