The Silent Force Within Temptation Novels & Stories

I was half dripping at the thought. Back inside, Aunt Dolores has returned. The lecture continues. I quickly rushed inside. “…and when temptation knocks, you must slam the door. You must turn to prayer. You must remember who you belong to.” I nod again. My thighs are slick under the skirt. Every step rubs my swollen clit against damp fabric. I’m soaked through.

“You fight so sweetly, Elias. Your cock is still throbbing, though. I can feel it. Leaking already. Does it shame you that your body wants what your mouth rejects?” I breathe through my teeth. My shaft pulses with every heartbeat. I press the heel of my hand against it through my cassock, trying to will it down. It only sharpens the ache. Guilt and anger twist together in my chest. This is my church. I have given everything to stand here. I will not fall to cheap temptation. She keeps talking in that sweet tone again, as if we are having a normal conversation.

I stand before them, Bible open, hands gripping the wood of the pulpit. And there, it all derails. I should speak of charity, of mercy, as planned. But the words get stuck. Instead, another truth, burning, imposes itself. I look up, meet her gaze. And I speak. — Brothers and sisters… There are temptations so insidious they seem to come from God Himself. A ripple runs through the congregation. — They do not present themselves as evil. No. They take on beauty, softness… They slip into our lives in luminous guise, until, without even realizing it, we are consumed.

" Lisa's voice came. ”So basically, I was watching a movie on my Tv screen about this human playing some game. This game we are about to play is called seven minutes in heaven. I mean most of you might not like the game or know anything about this game right?” She asked as she rotated her eyes In a bitchy expression.

Cass always felt at home surrounded by darkness. She sat in her living room, her tux jacket draped over the chair's back, her shirt collar unbuttoned and her sleeves rolled up. Her arms draped over the chair arms, and a half glass of whiskey dangled from her right hand. The fire blazed in front of her as she stared at the dancing flames. All her life she'd had to fight. She'd been trained from the age of six, to fight, to defend. She'd been honed by some of the best and her skills were that of a highly trained assassin. She scoffed and took a sip of the warm liquid. Maybe if she'd become an assassin her life would be simpler. She would never know the true meaning of feeling at peace. She sho

For lack of a better word, it’s like I have temporary superpowers or something. What the hell is going on? I gulp down more of the amber alcohol he gave me to calm myself. I’m not sure really what it is and it tastes horrible, but it snaps me back giving me a chance to refocus. Internally my mind is at war. I’m losing myself. He has some kind of effect on me, and it irritates me that I’m not more in control. “Come here.” He nods me over with his head. My brows furrow at his demand, the defiant part of me wants to deny him, but mind and body are on two different pages and they’re definitely not working together. My body wants to obey.

, Samara retorted angering the Alpha to his last limit. "Dezin, Vinx, attack her", Mykel ordered before they lunged at Samara who started screaming uncontrollablly. "Alpha, we can't kill her", Clyde intervened standing directly beside the Alpha. If she dies then the spell cannot be reversed. "We won't", was Mykel's only response as he watched his beta and zeta rip her clothes to shreds. He knew what his plan was in the back of his mind. If samara doesn't want to lift the spell willingly, he'll force her to do it. He'll do anything for his Luna, even if that meant torturing her attacker to their limit. He was going to do it.

Grace's POV The silence inside the holding room was suffocating. I stared at my trembling hands resting on the cold metal table. The sting on my cheek from Aunt Lucy's slap had faded, but the ache in my chest only seemed to grow heavier with every passing second. For twelve years... Twelve long years. Everything had led to this moment. The sound of the door opening echoed through the room. A police officer stepped inside, followed by Allen. He remained standing near the entrance, his tailored suit now wrinkled after what had clearly been a long day. His expression was unreadable, but the disappointment in his eyes cut deeper than any punishment I could receive.

My hand itched to touch the screen, to press through it, to feel her, to close that tiny distance between us. I blinked, forcing myself to look away. I tried to force my mind onto prayers, on scripture, on anything except her. But I couldn’t. My thoughts spiraled, twisting, clinging to the sound of her voice, the imagined brush of her hands, the pressure of her body so close I could almost feel it. I was unraveling. I was on fire. I was caught. “You need to focus,” I said, my hand gripping the wood until my knuckles ached. “On God. On resisting temptation.”

We started gliding to the music. He then turned me around, he was now facing my back. He moved my hair to the other side, I felt a shock when his fingers touched my skin. I felt his hot breath on my nape moving on to my shoulders. I did a seductive body roll while his hands was busy moving to my waist up to the valley of my breast towards my beck, choking my gently. I bit my lower lip before letting out a light moan, I felt his getting hard. I turned around and was about to pull him close when a fist hit his face, I turned to see who it was and to no surprise, it was Sky.