Tempted Ink Novels & Stories

It must be funny. “ You really have a death wish, ” Elyna can’t hold herself anymore. This guy is totally some psycho and bullshit. “ Wooo… Now I’m get to see some crazy bitch of Elyna, ” Adryan pretended to be scared. Then he laughing so hard. Elyna already reach her limits. “ You bastard!, ” Elyna shouting out loud as she feel really angry and can’t control herself anymore. “ Found you. ” Suddenly, there is a man with scary face that full of snake and other shape tattoos appeared in front of them.

He held me down, his tongue still working and drawing out every last shudder until I collapsed against the couch. He crawled up my body, trailing wet kisses along the way until he stopped at my lips. His lips moved against me, giving me a taste of myself. "Well," he said in a rough and low voice. "I think it's time to pop that cherry." He stood, pulling his shirt over his head. The muscles in his chest rippled as his skin gleamed in the candlelight. Tattoos covered his arms, snaking across his shoulders and trailing down his torso. Fuck! Every line of ink told a story I wanted to read with my tongue.

for the Gallery’s standards. "Kaelen, the needle!" Silas commanded. The boy stood before the obsidian notification, the "Author's Ink" needle in his hand now a solid, glowing "Unmapped" Violet. He saw the "Grey Lines" of the Moderator’s "Censorship" coiling around the mountains, turning the Silver Peaks into a series of "Blurred Out" shapes. "I can't write over it, Dada!" Kaelen shrieked, his voice sounding like a thousand glass bells shattering in a vacuum. "The ink... it won't stick to the blur!"

Batgirl4u: Who do you think? I shake my head. Kingi: Cute trick, kitten. But if you have time to hack our intranet, I need to get Stu to give you more to do. Batgirl4u: Just proving my worth. You could send me that code you wanted to show me. The cursor blinks at me.

I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from leaning in too close too soon. This is might be my domain which means he’s to adhere to my rules and my control. But oh… I can’t just outrightly seduce my client.. It’s against everything I stand for… But fuck! The temptation to push boundaries here is almost unbearable and the sexual tension between us is so palpable that I could feel myself choking in it. “You’ve got perfect skin for ink,” I murmur softly, my tone low, husky, teasing. “I hope you’re ready for the first real burn of the night.”

Ace laughed, breathless and wrecked, and fucked her through two more orgasms—hers and his—until they were both shaking, sweat-slick, covered in ink and each other. When he finally collapsed beside her, pulling her on top of his chest, he traced the smeared viper on her skin with a trembling finger. “Temporary ink,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Permanent memory.” Ashley kissed the center of his chest, right over his racing heart. “Never forgetting this one, Ace.” He held her tighter. Ashley lay sprawled across the padded tattoo bench, skin flushed, still trembling from the last round Ace dragged her through. Ace sat beside her, shirt half-open, hair a mess.

That’s why I inked over them, turned them into something else. But her touch wasn’t like the others. It wasn’t curious or pitying. It was soft. Like she wasn’t just touching the skin, but something else, something I didn’t let anyone reach. I let out a slow breath, forcing myself to stay still, to let her. Her nails scraped lightly against my chest, her fingers moving over the ink, tracing the lines that covered what was underneath. She wasn’t asking. She wasn’t trying to pry. She was just there, accepting the damage without hesitation, without disgust.

She held the book—so she was the only one not tangled in the story, not yet. “The Auditor isn’t in charge here,” someone said. June spun around. Right in the middle of the empty page stood a man. He looked exactly like Gabe, but his eyes weren’t blue—they burned red, like the ink inside the book. “You’re not Gabe,” June said, clutching the book tighter. “You’re the name on the page. You’re the ink.” The Ink-Gabe smiled—a cold, sharp smile. “I’m the part of Gabe that the Market kept. The real Gabe is trapped in the Dark Void. But I have his memories. And I want to write a new ending.”

She opened it. The content of the folder was short and precise: Four demons. Human disguises. All confirmed kills. "The blend too well these days." Her handler code name Dante said through the comm link in her ear. "We are sending you in Shadow Siren. Standard elimination. Clean. Quiet." "Coordinates?" she asked, her voice clipped and cold. "Club Dune, Lux District, high end clientele. Get in, wipe them out, disappear.” Seraphina said nothing more. She didn't need to. She was a shadow, trained from the age of nine by the Order after they found her wandering the ruins of her childhood home.

One look is all it takes. One look to spark an obsession. One touch to destroy every rule. One mistake to change everything. Step into a collection where desire is forbidden, power is intoxicating, and every heart beats to the rhythm of temptation. Alien commanders, ruthless royals, dangerous celebrities, sworn enemies, and forbidden lovers—all drawn together by an attraction too powerful to ignore. Some crave control. Some crave revenge. And some crave the one person they should never have wanted. These are stories where every stolen glance feels like a promise, every secret hides a dangerous truth, and every temptation dares you to give in. Twenty stories. Twenty fo