The Temptations Silent Night Novels & Stories

For two vicious dogs, they are pretty docile. “Hey, boys,” I whisper. They both get up and move out of the way, as if telling me to venture outside. I open the door. The chilly night air nips at my skin, reminding me I don’t have a coat. It doesn’t phase me. I am not running this time. There is a flicker of light coming from under the crack of the shed. Inside, "My Girl" by The Temptations is blaring full blast. Slowly, I open the door so as not to disturb him.

That night, on a makeshift pallet of furs, I stared at the stars. The Tear's pulse ebbed and flowed like tides. It showed visions: Seraphine's camp, hundreds kneeling in firelight, her raising a false Tear, promising eternal might. But the vision twisted—if I reached out, I could claim it. Turn her army, shred her from within. Temptation is like poisoned wine, sweet and deadly. I rolled over, clutching Kael's hand. He murmured my name in sleep. Allies arrived, but not enough.

“But I cannot stop. I do not want to stop. I want you to be the first man to touch me. The first man inside me.” I heard movement on his side. The rustle of fabric. I wondered if he was adjusting himself. If his cock was straining against his cassock right now. “Come to the sacristy after evening prayers tonight,” he said suddenly. His voice was low and rough. “We will pray together. Privately. To fight this temptation.” “Yes Father.” I left the confessional with my legs shaky and my panties damp. The rest of the evening service passed in a blur. I kept stealing glances at him. His eyes found mine more than once. Each look felt like a secret promise.

His eyes widened as he scanned every piece of information on it. INSIDE Dianne's room, there sits both her and Silvester on the bed, staring into oblivion. The two have been there without talking, acting like statues. Dianne can feel her heartbeat, every drop of sweat, and the grinding of her teeth because of how silent the room is.

he said quietly, voice low enough that only she could hear. The roughness in it sent a shiver down her spine. “I am focusing, Professor,” she whispered back, spreading her thighs even wider. Her pink clit stood out prominently, visibly pulsing. “On the themes of temptation. How hard it is to resist when something so… tempting is right in front of you.”

The sight nearly made my pulse spike out of control. Cocky, arrogant Cole,who flirted with every girl like he owned the world,was sitting quietly in front of me, watching my every move like I was the only thing keeping him sane. “Wow,” I whispered. “You really are desperate.” His jaw clenched. “Cynthia—” “No,” I interrupted smoothly. “Tonight, you listen.” Silence stretched between us,then I leaned closer and lowered my voice. “Kneel.” The moment the word left my mouth, something shifted in his expression. Pride battled hunger for exactly two seconds and hunger won.

Serena’s smile was faint but something in her eyes something tired and honest made Clara shiver. “You’re not his first weakness,” Serena said. “But you might be the one that breaks him.” The door shut. The car pulled away. Clara stood alone on the empty street. Her phone buzzed again. Adrian: Where are you? Another message: Adrian: Clara. Answer me.** She stared at the screen. Then turned it off. Tonight, she couldn’t survive the sound of his voice. Tonight, she needed silence. Not him.

"As we forgive those who trespass against us…” I curled my fingers deeply inside her, pressing against that spot that made her see stars. "Lead us not into temptation and shit..." She gasped out, her prayer breaking off into moans. I thrust harder, knowing I was the reason her words and thoughts were scrambled"...and deliver us from evil…”

Asmo woke up the next day feeling energized and calm. The Carols night, which turned into The Seven Confessions of the Fallen Angels, helped lift the weight of Asmo's past transgressions. Now, he had the clearest conscience on the block, giving him the confidence to say, "Merry Christmas, Devils! Rise and shine. Come on, your chores won't do themselves. It's Christmas day again!"

Davian whined into the crook of my neck. I gasped as I felt his hard-on press against my butt. “Davian, not here” I almost moaned. I pushed away from him and turned to look at him with a warning gaze “Behave or I won't let you touch me later” He scoffed, knowing it was not possible. I was barely keeping myself together. “As if you can say no to me when I have my hands all over you” Thankfully, the event began before he could try to rile me up more. Davian was a temptation that was impossible to resist.