The Tempter Novels & Stories

The chapel was silent. Too silent. Even the candles seemed afraid to move. Father John sat alone in the front pew long after evening prayers had ended, his elbows resting on his knees while his fingers pressed tightly together. His eyes stayed fixed on the crucifix ahead, but his mind was somewhere else entirely. Not on God. Not on prayer. On her. Christiana. The thought of her had become dangerous. Addictive. Every time he tried to push her out of his mind, she returned stronger, softer, deeper. Like temptation wearing innocence.

Klenz texted Kim that he will be late for a moment but he also texted me about that so I wasn't jealous anymore. After ten minutes of being late he arrived only with himself.... and with someone. He was with a tall ripped man, obviously twice of Klenz's age but he still looked menacing and handsome. His body was still ripped and wide, I could imagine himself looking like those playboy on the books, especially with his boyish grin. "Okay, class, I want you to meet Caleb Anderson. He's an architect and the CEO of Anderson's Real Estate. He will be the one giving your activity for today." Klenz introduced Mr. Anderson and almost all of us were too stunned to speak.

“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 gently kissed his neck as he stroked my hair. “The Demon Lust is a beautiful creature disguised as a woman,” he whispered with a small smile on his lips. I smiled. “Well then if I’m possessed by demons perhaps you should exorcise them by driving the lust from my body. Perhaps by satiating its need?” He chuckled. “Temptress.” “Save me from my lust.” My eyes met his and held them. His hands caressed my breasts and he leaned into me, kissing me deeply, his tongue fighting with mine.

The restaurant was quiet, sophisticated, expensive enough that Clara suddenly felt too aware of her outfit. Adrian pulled out her chair before sitting across from her. “So,” he said, scanning the menu. “Tell me why you nearly walked away from this deal yesterday.” She froze. “I didn’t.” “You did,” he said calmly. “Not with your body. With your eyes.” She stared at him. “You’re imagining things.” “I imagine very few things. I observe them.” She hesitated only a second before answering honestly. “Because you intimidate people on purpose.” His lips curved slightly. “And you don’t like that.”

“I did not just agree to serve a skeleton! That 'yes' wasn't meant for you.” He glanced around in mock concern. “Then who was it for? There's no one else here- no one but you, me, and the lonely woods.” Samael smirked, extending his hand: “Clearly, you just agreed to my little deal. Now let's shake on it, the American way, and we can negotiate your payment in full.” “I don't want anything from you,” I said steely. He grabbed my hand, forcing me to shake his. “Sure you do. And you know why? Because humans live in a material world. They desire material things, no matter how pure their hearts. And no mortal can withstand temptation.”

The doorbell rang and she could hear Matteo talk to the delivery boy. The sound of his deep voice made her heart skip a beat. She knew she was attracted to him, an attraction she never felt for any man before, but should she give in to the temptation? No. After all, he didn’t belong to her world. This attraction had no future since she knew how recklessly he lived. This would be akin to committing suicide.

But her eyes were dark, locked entirely onto mine the moment I stepped up to the pulpit. The timing couldn't be worse, today I had to preach on temptations and the sins of the flesh. I cleared my dry throat, gripping the edges of the pulpit, my voice boomed through the microphone, echoing off the stained-glass windows. "My dear brothers and sisters," I began, my eyes desperately scanning the back of the room to avoid her. "Temptation is a quiet predator. It enters our lives not with a roar, but with a whisper..." Sweat began to form at my hairline. My chest heaved under the heavy, suffocating layers of my robes, I lost my place in my notes, my voice cracking slightly into the microphone.

Jamey She was a walking temptation I knew I would succumb too sooner rather than later. Meadow was doing nothing to keep my sexual appetite down, her existence was slowly pushing me to my limit, her presence was unnerving and the stunt she pulled today was proof of that. Staring at my bedroom ceiling, all I could think about was the look on her face in the elevator and how it drove me crazy, how easily she got wet for me was addictive. I had been in this position for a few hours. I couldn’t sleep and I couldn’t work. This was becoming unhealthy.

He’s barely done anything to me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” My voice was more of a quiver, and I wanted to yell at myself. The man’s demeanor shifted within a split second. His smile dropped and his brow tightened. “Don’t make a fool out of me, Genna. I see the way he looks at you. The way you shake your luscious breasts in front of him. But it’s only me who will get to see all that you have to offer. Who will claim you for myself.”