Within Temptation Silent Force Novels & Stories

I whispered, my hands trembling in my lap. Jerry’s dark eyes burned into mine. “I’m sorry if that offends you, Sister Hayley. But…I.. I can’t lie in this room. Not to you.” The air between us felt thick, heavy and dangerous. I stood up slowly, my legs shaky but instead of moving away like I should, I stepped closer until I stood right in front of him. My habit brushing against his knees. “Sometimes,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, “the only way to overcome temptation… is to face it and deal with it.”

Wet hair framed his allure, awakening a stirring feeling within her. In that captivating moment, Cassie felt a mix of emotions. How could a regular guy look so stunning? But his icy eyes had a mysterious depth that fascinated and unsettled her. The temptation was real, challenging her determination. Almost succumbing to the allure, Cassie found solace in a whispered prayer—' Holy Ghost fire' repeated three times, a plea to restore composure. Frustration colored her thoughts; this man, an irresistible temptation, seemed to defy restraint. The realization lingered—She wouldn't face judgment if she gave in to the temptation and let herself be wrapped in his hug.

, Samara retorted angering the Alpha to his last limit. "Dezin, Vinx, attack her", Mykel ordered before they lunged at Samara who started screaming uncontrollablly. "Alpha, we can't kill her", Clyde intervened standing directly beside the Alpha. If she dies then the spell cannot be reversed. "We won't", was Mykel's only response as he watched his beta and zeta rip her clothes to shreds. He knew what his plan was in the back of his mind. If samara doesn't want to lift the spell willingly, he'll force her to do it. He'll do anything for his Luna, even if that meant torturing her attacker to their limit. He was going to do it.

My voice came out shaky and breathy. My hand rests on her thigh, battling to enter inside through that slit and touch every part of her beautiful skin and, control my fucking self before I loose the little amount of patience I have had around her. "Understood?" I asked in a demanding tone and her fists grabbed the fabric of my shirt as if she is having trouble standing on her feet before she nodded in agreement with me. "Woah! Hot show." Rowan's voice travelled to my ears from behind and Iris was quick to push me away as if Rowan is a fucking kid who would be traumatized to see our fucking proximity.

Her breathing became faster the more I stroked her and I knew her body well enough to know that I'd pushed her to the edge. I started to savor every fucking sound that she made as I felt her body stiffen. She was coming so fuck-ing close to the edge. Her wetness allowed my finger to slide against her and as much as my cock was dying to enter, I wanted to hold back. I loved the sound of her coming. Her muscles trembled and I could feel the heat that her body was exuding and it sent me to the seventh heaven. It made me want to fucking come too.

Sacred". I was very excited and willing to work with everyone, but the director had some shitty agenda." "Motherfucker asked me to fuck him, I told him to go fuck himself. After trying all he could and seeing that I wasn't willing to let him have me, he forced himself on me." "Fuck!" Prisca exclaimed loudly, spilling whiskey from her cup. "He met me in the costume room, mauled and bent me over the table," Lisa narrated, now shedding tears. "What else did he do?" Prisca asked with a drunken stare. Lisa hissed and answered, "Motherfucker shoved his dick up my ass."

The forbidden fruit, someone who intrigued me, piqued my curiosity, a girl who made me want. "It's so much easier..." My gut clenched as I reached for her hand, my fingertips tingling with anticipation of caressing her skin. "... fighting for the bad." I envisioned myself take a step forward as my fingertips grazed her wrist, the erratic pulse giving way to her feelings, though she remained still, indifferent. "Giving into temptation..." I lifted her wrist to my lips and whispered hoarsely against her skin. "Don't you think?" The sound of clapping jolted me out of my vision, causing a near heart attack to take my short life.

Sikha asked as I shook my head in no, innocently, she replied, "If you fail to do as they say, then they will force you into prostitution, slavery, feed you to their pets, sell your body parts on the black market, and worse that you do not want me to complete. We hope you go through each one of these,” I ignored the chill that ran down my spine as Javed threw a bag of clothes and other essentials to me, “Quickly get ready I’ll be back in fifteen minutes to take you,” Sikha ordered me and left alongside her husband. What did I do wrong to deserve all of this? But if that’s how God has written my fate I’ve no choice but to accept it no matter what.

We started gliding to the music. He then turned me around, he was now facing my back. He moved my hair to the other side, I felt a shock when his fingers touched my skin. I felt his hot breath on my nape moving on to my shoulders. I did a seductive body roll while his hands was busy moving to my waist up to the valley of my breast towards my beck, choking my gently. I bit my lower lip before letting out a light moan, I felt his getting hard. I turned around and was about to pull him close when a fist hit his face, I turned to see who it was and to no surprise, it was Sky.

He lowered himself, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his lips tracing a path down my neck, each kiss a brand, a silent claim. His hands, so strong and capable, moved over my body with a reverence that took my breath away. Each touch was a spark, igniting a trail of fire in its wake. There was no rush, only a slow, deliberate exploration, a silent conversation between two souls finally finding their home. This wasn’t just a moment of physical release; it was a merging, a profound, intimate coming together of two wolves who had finally found their pack of one. It was a promise of a future, a bond that would stand strong against the coming war, a confession spoken not in words, but in