The Temptation Novels & Stories

He asked, turning to him but Tristan was lost in his own thoughts, his vexation. "Father…" He called with a long inhale, making a tight fist. "Hmm?" He hummed, running his hand in his long beard. "I am sorry but I should have said it before." He breathed out. Uncaring for the consequences but it would be better than eternal regret. Only to see if they are fine or not. "What is it, Tristan?" He asked, coming closer. "Father. You are right, temptation is a curse, it leads you to unfathomable raze. Vacuous of me to discard it." He growled, making a tight fist with a clenched jaw.

I’ll never let anything happen to her, it doesn’t matter what happens. We were taken to the back entrance of the Casino by a bald detrimental-looking man wearing a tight black suit, his eyes traveling around my revealed skin every then and now, especially to my open breast curves, dripping invisible saliva of lust for me. I cannot explain in words how awfully uncomfortable I am because of him. I pretended not to notice his stares at me.

“It looks like independence. But it’s exile with better lighting.” He searched her face. “You don’t have to decide now.” “I do,” she replied. “Because not deciding is still choosing.” ⸻ That evening, Clara sat alone in her apartment, scrolling through the offer details. The role was prestigious. Lucrative. Clean. It would untangle her from Adrian completely. It would also place her directly in Serena’s orbit—another elegant distance maneuver disguised as opportunity. Her phone buzzed again. A message from an unknown number. You handled today beautifully.

I've always believed that I understand what temptation looks like. I imagined it to have a bad-boy smile, sharp cheekbones and most likely a motorbike. Girls of my generation fell for that kind of thing. I was surprised to discover temptation while drinking coffee at a polished kitchen counter, wearing a pressed collared shirt, and just so happened to be my best friend's father. The invitation had been sufficiently informal.

Emma, meanwhile, floated out of the clinic like she’d won a game. The evening air was brisk, cool against her heated skin. Every step replayed his struggle—the way his hands had frozen on her stomach, the clipped edge of his voice when he said enough. He wanted her. She knew it. The knowledge pulsed like a live current inside her. She stopped at the corner, staring at the glow of traffic lights, a sly smile curving her lips. This wasn’t about headaches anymore. This was about temptation, about pushing until his iron control finally snapped.

My cock was raging hard as I watched her walk out of the office. I should have pushed her away the moment she got on my lap—I should have stopped her but instead I sat there letting her grind her pussy on me—letting her whisper those sinful things in my ear. She was a temptress I'd give her that. And fuck when she had told me she had nothing underneath the skirt she was wearing, it took everything in me not to bend her over my table and fuck her.

Alexander Temptation. People define temptation as many things—a fleeting desire, a moment of weakness, an indulgence that comes with consequences. But I had never understood that word. If you know something is bad for you, why indulge in it? Why get tempted to take something or do something that is bad for you? So, I saw temptation as a test. Fail it, and there would be consequences. I had never been tempted to do something before. Never been tempted to hold a woman, to make her moan, to give her the best orgasm of her life, to fuck her until she couldn’t walk anymore. Desires were never my thing. But...

I sighed when he removed his hand and watched with widening eyes as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, licking off every bit of me. “And she still tastes like heaven,” he murmured, spinning me so he can kiss me. “Heaven doesn’t have a taste,” I argued against his lips. “It sure does. And it’s you.” His hands slid into my hair. “You taste like a heaven full of sins, something that’s bad but at the same time far too good to give up.” “What kind of sins?” I teased, running my hands down his sides. “Temptation and greed. Two things that will be my downfall. You’re far too tempting and I’m far too greedy to ever stop being tempted.”

After I look away, feeling an intense heat up my thighs, thinking how delicious it would be Hunter’s month on mine. Hunter is synonymous of TEMPTATION… Irresistible, delicious, forbidden and addicting, everything I’ve been running from right now in my life.

Now back into the scene and right in front of her, Ramil’s world changes, all with those words that temptation is too much for him to say no to. “Everything that you desire and will desire. I will give it to you. I will grant everything. Only if you are willing to give the equivalent exchange for that deep desire.” The temptation is too good to be true, yet not impossible if you are facing the being that is swimming into the pool of darkness and the world of shadows. “Everything?” “Yes, everything.” Word is somehow making Winona gasp for air, and sending her shivers that went all the way to her spine. A different kind of dread that she couldn’t get away from,