Tempting Town Novels & Stories

The only light comes from the temple up on the hill. “I’m wishing I would have just stayed home at this point. Nothing about this journey has been what I expected. And from your reactions, it’s not normal either,” Finn mutters as we take slow, calculated steps through the town, peeking in windows that show they have abandoned this town some time ago. “The last one was weird. No men that anyone remembers? Now, this? This town, since it houses a temple, should above any others be thriving and teeming with life.”

Guess I’ll die a virgin while I’m at it. Why he moved here when my brother came back after college, I have no freaking clue. But then he went and opened the snow resort, which kept confusing me. It’s even worse because although I wanted to hate the place, it’s so stinkin’ adorable. It’s also nice for people to have a place to stay when they pass through our town. The holidays are what keeps this town alive and thriving. Then in the off season we get to lie back and enjoy our small town all to ourselves. I love how we get a bit of both worlds in the town of Troping. “You’re glaring,” Frostie says from behind the counter.

“I see. Well, probably another wannabe model waiting to be the next big thing.” She drove away, missing the look of unease on the older man’s face as he watched her go. The city was just waking up. West End of Port was a picturesque little fishing town much like the Italian Rivera town Sestri Levante. Even though economic bloom had taken much of its ancient charm , turning it into a cornucopia of skyscrapers and industries, a little section of it, the seaside still remained a quaint little town. Penelope lived on that side of town and sometimes she spent late mornings enjoying a cup of coffee by the window looking at the boats, yachts and ships dock.

At least, Malcolm wouldn't think so. “A promise is a promise after all, my love.” Malcolm turned to me with a cute smile perched on his face, a testament that I'd nailed it. *** We strolled hand-in-hand through the historic town, only stopping frequently to check out artifacts and cozy spots. With Malcolm, I realised that some things don't change, he was still the same chatty man I once knew.

"I think this is going to be quite interesting." "Just don't wander off and leave me alone." We finally reach the town only to enter something from a fairytale. There are lights hanging from the tops of the buildings, little caravans selling sweets and drinks. Some awful smallfolk song is filling the streets. It looks like the circus has come to town. "Here comes Tyler. Play nice, Jenna." "Luke, Jenna." "Hey, Tyler." "You have a good drive here?" "Yes, it was quite eventful."

Brick and his crew weren't in the least impressed with small town living, but found them to be places of the most unsavory secrets and a short term means of acquiring cash via a ruse about looking for temporary work before the town eventually paid them to leave due to all the chaos that they brought to the place. The sound of each of the bike's roaring along the highway filled the air as Brick lead his crew at the head of the formation into the sleepy town of Temperance, South Dakota. He had not been particularly impressed with the place. It looked to be as empty as any town he'd previously been in if not smaller than a hundred people and surprisingly clean as he and his crew made their way

****** We stumbled into the tent, barely keeping our hands off each other. Impatiently, I unbuttoned her shirt and pushed it off her shoulders. Her breasts became exposed, the beautiful sight seizing the words in my throat. They were full and soft, her nipples already hard and aching to be touched. "Who would've thought," I said in a low voice, "that you'll be this hard for me." She reached for my waist, pulling me against her. "Stop being a bitch and touch me." I smirked. "No. I want to hear you beg."

“Cold when he wanted to be. Charming when he needed to be. Dangerous in a way women couldn’t resist.” She let the last sentence hang, like perfume. Then she smiled again, slow and indulgent. “He always has playthings,” she said. “The flavour of the month. And the more dangerous the woman is, the more interested he is.” Dangerous. That was her new tactic. Paint me as a thrill. A risk. A temporary indulgence. Something he would tire of. Something he would discard the moment it stopped being exciting. She leaned back, crossing her legs again, and her gaze slid to my stomach.

He grinned mischievously and I kind of felt shy but smiled slowly anyways. “I want to do dirty things to you.. Bambi”He whispered, kissing and sucking my earlobes. I bit my lips unwittingly,grabbing his shirt to pull him closer.

My eyes drifted towards Rowan who is enjoying the girls attention. The girls throw their breasts in his face, thanks to the piece of cloth they have wrapped around their body. But, who am I to judge as long as they are enjoying? One girl wraps her arm around his midsection from behind while the other one is kissing his neck. I never signed up for this. I rolled my eyes and get up fron the chair, ready to head back to the mansion. When we came here to recieve warships, the work ended sooner than expected so Rowan suggested that we get a drink or two and enjoy ourselves now that we are here and we all agreed.