Novel & Cerita The Temptations Silent Night

"We might not have enough time to do it all in the morning." "Hmm," I hummed in non-verbal confirmation. Before she could start talking again, I parted the front of her robe to cup her beasts in my palms, rubbing against her nipples and causing her to gasp. "Let's talk later," I suggested, my lips moving to her neck.

I placed the glass at the table while I was covering my mouth with my other hand. “Can't handle godfather cocktail? Too weak.” she teased, I let out a sarcastic laugh. “Sorry, I didn't inform you that it was godfather, you should've done a slow sipping.” she told me, I furrowed my brows at her. I noticed her roll her eyes despite the changing lights inside the club. “Just so you know, it's not suited for bottoms up.” she said, it was then my turn to roll my eyes at her.

“I can’t stop imagining things. Sinful things.” “God grants us strength to resist temptation. Pray for clarity.” “Oh, I have,” I purred. “But the images only get clearer. More detailed. For instance… right now, I’m imagining what you look like on the other side of this screen. I’m picturing your hands, Father. Those strong, consecrated hands. I’m wondering how they’d feel not holding a rosary, but tangled in my hair. Or gripping my hips.” A sharp intake of breath from his side. A long silence. I heard the soft sound of him shifting again, uncomfortably. “You must not give voice to these temptations. They are tools of the devil to lead you astray.”

I said evenly. He studied me, long and hard. “Not by power. Not by money. But something has your jaw clenched every time you step into this church.” I forced a smile. Polite. Hollow. “I am fine.” His eyes narrowed. “Are you sure?” “Yes, Father.” “Good.” He leaned back, sighing. “Because temptation grows in silence. Speak it out, and it loses power. Hide it, and it festers.” I met his gaze. Held it. My face didn’t move. My chest burned.

The devil. Just 7 days, little cat. Take all the breaths left in you. Just 7 more days.

She was the angel of innocence and He was the dirty devil. The Devil who was going to rip her innocence from her slowly, delicately. He was going to use her beautiful soft body for his pleasure but He would give her pleasure too. He wouldn't be stingy in that manner. He was going to give her so much pleasure that she would be ruined for others. Viso D'angelo was going to corrupt the angel of innocence. But his delicious thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his phone. His face broke into a sinister smile seeing Titus' name flashing on the screen. "Grace me with the good news Titus," He said with a pleasing sigh.

Complete silence surrounded me, and an indescribable fear welled up in my heart. Just then, Sarah's anxious voice called out from within the fog. I was about to respond when a hand suddenly covered my mouth, dragging me out of the forest without explanation. Nutty spoke in my ear in a lowered voice, "Don't answer. That's not your sister. It's the Temptress!" Nutty released me but remained tense, his eyes filled with terror. His expression frightened me, making my heart pound wildly. "What's the Temptress?" I asked.

he said softly, “temptation is not the fruit itself. It is the moment before you taste it—the pause, the question, the tremor in your soul. You are all trembling now. And that tremor is the key to freedom.” His words settled into their bones like heat. The men behind them raised the apples slightly, red skins glowing like embers in the candlelight. The laughter was gone. The hall pulsed with silence, desire, and the weight of the unknown. And then, as though choreographed, the women lifted their hands toward the apples.

This is Allen Ian, he is an important figure and you’re just—Cheryl. “Good evening,” I bowed down. The old dark dress of Juliet’s that I wore felt underestimated. “Save the courtesy princess,” he whispered in my right ear. His breathe fanned over my tan skin. We were so close that I could feel the heat coming from his face, and we could touch if either of us moved. But we didn’t, we stayed still. His hands finding their way onto my thin shoulders, he kept them there taming me. I craved his touch despite having it for the first time. I almost got deceived by the lie but we both knew that he deserved someone better, someone like Juliet—I could easily pass for a maid.

Silent. Burning.