Tempted House Of Night Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. This is the first book of the Temptation Series. All the books under this series can be read as standalone books. This Series deals with a series of passionate love stories, with captivating plotlines to keep you interested till the end. Story Summary When twenty-two year old, Sienna Hensley accidentally kisses the hottest man on earth at a nightclub, she has no idea who he is! So after a week, when she finds him critically injured and admitted to the same hospital wh

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.

**Trigger warnings for this book: this is a dark romance werewolf story containing gaslighting, dub-con, assault, rape, violence, bondage, in a Reverse Harem scenario, involving bxg and bxb group sex scenes. There is a chapter separately marked with a trigger warning that features a pregnancy loss.** The River House, The Day After the Funeral

Various theories have the library being built there by aliens, by a civilization ten thousand years old, or by a race of vampires. Caitlin let the book fall from her lap, her mouth open in shock, and it landed with a thump on the floor. She sat straight up, feeling a jolt. She suddenly felt wide awake, as if she had just lost all sense of time and place. She picked the book up again, her throat dry, and read the words again and again, desperately, like a castaway starving for water.

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.

But I crave more darkness. The following nights dissolve into a symphony of sin. Nathan introduces me to his world fully—collars, clamps, roleplay where I'm his obedient pet, crawling for him, begging for release. Each session pushes boundaries, but his aftercare is loving—baths, massages, whispers of "I love you, Rose. Always have." It's romantic in its darkness; he owns me, but I own his heart. On the last night before our parents return, he sets up a scene in the basement—dim lights, a St. Andrew's cross against the wall. I'm naked, collared, wrists and ankles strapped to the X-shaped frame.

He’s a sexual narcissist, too preoccupied with his own curated image to realize he has a goddess in his bed. The shower is running now, the steam beginning to fill the room, but I don't get in yet. My mind is already gone, spiraling into the homework I gave her. I can’t help but see her in the privacy of that cold, lonely house. I see her brown skin glistening with sweat under the dim light of her bedroom. I see her with a toy gripped in her hand, the vibration humming against her palm as she slides it between her thighs. "Fuck," I mutter, the word a low, guttural rasp.

And the only man she has never been able to forget. What starts as a safe hideout quickly turns into tension, temptation, and a kind of heat neither of them can control. This story is messy, emotional, spicy, and full of forbidden chemistry. Trust me, Nico and Delilah are bringing trouble. Thank you again for all the support. I can’t wait for you all to meet them. CHAPTER ONE DELILAH POV

She poured herself another glass of cheap red, already on her third, and dropped onto the couch in her pencil skirt and blouse, buttons half undone. The city lights through the rain-streaked windows. Her laptop was still open on the coffee table, case files glowing like accusatory little rectangles. She should sleep. Instead she reached for the dusty old book she’d bought on a drunken whim two years ago at that weird occult shop downtown. *Daemonologie for the Modern Woman.* Stupid. But tonight it felt like the right kind of stupid. She flipped it open, scanned a page at random, and slurred the words under her breath. Latin? Probably, didn’t matter.

Ariana Vale spent three years loving a man who only touched her in the dark. By day, Alpha Damien Blackwood treated her like a burden. The pack insulted her, humiliated her, and reminded her daily that she was only the daughter of a thief. But at night? Damien lost control every time he touched her. So when he suddenly divorced her after one passionate night together, Ariana’s heart completely shattered. Then fate played a cruel game. At the Moon Ceremony, Ariana discovered Damien was actually her true mate. But instead of claiming her, he rejected her publicly before the entire pack. Broken, bleeding, and thrown into rogue territory, Ariana believed her life was over. Until a terri