Tragic Temptress Novels & Stories

She had a stunning figure, not a slim, rail-thin one as was the trend, but a fullness about her hips and breasts that could make a man reach out for more… He shook his head and looked away. Worse, when she pleaded with those cocoa-coloured brown eyes melting in sorrow, he wanted to do anything in his power for her. The woman was a temptress, but one who was unaware of the strength of her seductive power. He shook his head.

“It's the least I can do for you.” “W-What?” I asked, unbelieving. “Are you fucking out of your mind, Ambrose?” His eyes instantly snapped at me after hearing me speak. There was an emotion that suddenly crossed his eyes, but I vanished as well after he blinked. It was so fast that I wasn't given the chance to read him completely. “In the mafia, we may be cruel at most times, but we have principles. And I abide by it,” his voice was low. “You are a temptress, Schuyler. You may not notice it, but you are. Not just to me, but to anyone else too.”

I wanted more with him. “Logan,” I whispered, feeling my legs go weak as his hand caressed my waist. “You're tempting me in every possible way, Olivia. You're my temptation. Damn! I fucking love this woman!” His words were all it took for me to grab him by the collar and kiss him passionately. He is bound to me, forever. Costa Rica would be ours to take down.

If thinking like this means going to hell, then I would gladly accept the offer, if it means to be with him and in his arms, with my legs and hands wrapped around him while he sucked the life out of me and devoured me whole. Such a sinful thought and I'm falling for the temptations that my body is craving for, and I don't want to fight with that 'Falling Temptations'. I want to be engulfed in it. He then moved his hand that was holding my head to roam around my neck, moving down to my bare back before taking a turn towards my shoulder and at that moment, I wished that there was no towel that would stop his hands tracing my body. I wished he would rip that towel off my body even though my san

Tristan whispered, lowering his eyes in dejection. “What’s forbidden always appeals to your heart. All of them are simply caught in an illusion.” He whispered, gritting his teeth. “You taught us, not just Brother but all of us… yet.” Tristan scowled, rage blinding him. “Once again, Tristan. Temptation is a great curse. Anyone could lose.” He hummed. He was trying so hard to find a justification for their action but it would bring grave consequences and he knew it. It was supposed to be a fun adventure to look and come back. How could it become so malevolent?

She rolled her eyes and attempted to move on, but her words made me and the beast stare at her, unable to understand what she meant. I cocked my brow at her in confusion. “Spare me?” From what, getting hard? There was no way she knew how much of a temptation she was to me, and the tone of her voice implied something darker. “Yes. Temptation is the road to Hell, or at least that’s what I hear.” Shit. She couldn’t have gotten that any more right if she tried. I smirked at her again, my temptress. “You think I’m tempted by you?”

he explained. "The person just vanished and you can't find him?" I ask gazing at him. "We got to know it was someone called the temptress but we have no lead to where she is. She is like a ghost." "Is there anything I can do to help?" "No..yes, all you have to do is be a better alpha than Evanna was because she was the best we have had." with that he stood up. After dinner with the others, I go upstairs after kissing my mom good night and Sebastian. As I make my way to my room, a thought strikes my mind which makes me stop in my tracks.

I didn't get why she was hell bent on living up to her title every moment I'd seen her, but I wasn't one to judge, so… "Stop fucking doing that shit. It's distracting me!" I finally snapped when I'd had enough. She in turn flashed me a sheepish smile and drawled an unapologetic apology. I couldn't wait for Trigger's return so I could finally be rid of the temptress! "I know how to give a massage that can relieve your stress, Myko. All you have to do is ask." My jaw clenched harder when her hand landed on my lap and my growl didn't do well enough to scare her.

"You’re lying. You’re desperate and you’re clawing at shadows to save your pathetic neck." "Desperate? Perhaps," Morga conceded, a thin, cruel smile touching her lips. She raised her broken scepter, pointing it toward Rhea’s abdomen, where the silver crescent-moon scar glowed with a faint, rhythmic light. "But the shadows don't lie, Rhea. Did you think the Shadow King chose you just for your blood? Did you think the Hex of Desire was merely about lust? It was about fertile ground."

That is insane, what type of judgment is this? “What? I can't do that. I mean I don't mind apologizing to everyone and admitting that I stole it. I have nothing to lose anyway. I am just a servant but requesting a punishment after being locked up for days? And admitting that something that ugly is beautiful? That is the worst thing that can happen to someone, that thing really does look like it was puked by a troll.” she said with a stern expression and Hercules couldn't help but smile and shake his head at her in disbelief.