Within Temptation Silent Force Novels & Stories

“And I am drawn to her.” The Rift screamed. Threads of silver flared wildly, as if aware of the danger and the desire mixing between us. I felt it and the pull of power, the temptation of chaos, the need to submit and control all at once. Kyren laughed, stepping just out of reach, taunting and teasing, while Silas’s eyes never left mine, measuring, calculating, focused entirely on the fire I carried. “Enough,” I whispered, voice shaking but commanding. “I am not yours to claim. Not now. Not ever.”

He hears it, oh, he hears it, because the chuckle that escapes him is low and rich and cruelly amused. “Stop fighting what you want, baby girl,” he whispers. “Just come to bed with me.” Yes. The devil himself. Who else could tempt a sane woman, a woman desperate to do right, and drag her down into sin with nothing more than words? His voice isn’t merely temptation. It is temptation incarnate. I manage to force words past the chaos trembling on my tongue. “Please… I can’t… I can’t do this. My sister—she’s going to be back in a few minutes and I—”

Selene leaned over him, her lips close to his, eyes dark with mischief and something deeper desire that was forbidden, dangerous, intoxicating. “Do you understand now?” she murmured. “How easily temptation can bind you when you think you’re in control?” He swallowed hard, voice trembling: “I, I do.” A small, victorious smile curved her lips. “Good. Then the lesson continues” And in that moment, Elias realized: temptation wasn’t just a challenge. It was a force he couldn’t resist, not with Selene, not ever. The First Night of Forbidden Proximity The study was silent except for the quiet scratching of quill on parchment and the occasional rustle of turning pages. But for Elias, every sound was

Everything about her screamed sensual, and my body listened too eagerly. My jaw clenched. My hands remained at my sides. I couldn’t touch her. I shouldn’t touch her. But I wanted to. She was a temptation I had chased through blood and fire. I had deployed half my men to find her. And now that she was here—in my room, in my clothes, looking like the fantasy I didn’t know I had—I was supposed to ignore that? Damn you, fate. Then she did something truly evil.

"I don't know, Alpha Sterling. You've been trying to take my father's life for more than twenty years. Shouldn't you know him better than I do?" I think my provocative words regarding our complicated 'family' relationship have the opposite effect from what I wanted. Looking at me harshly once more, Silas withdraws his hand from my underwear and violently pushes me against the desk, drawing a groan from my lips. "You are a sin, a dark temptation that I must eliminate," Silas exclaims, stepping away from me. "Am I a temptation? Really? You sound like an old man when you say that..." I mock him.

She sat on the edge of the smooth green felt, the cool surface against her butt making her shiver. Rhys walked closer until he stood right in front of her. “Spread your legs.” Sienna’s breath hitched. For a second, she just stared at him. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this. She was here on a mission — seduce him, get evidence, and stay in control. But right now she couldn't help but want to obey him... to satisfy the desire she'd been burying for the past few days. Rhys’s grey eyes stayed locked on hers, calm and unreadable, and the longer he looked at her, the more she felt her pussy throb.

The sermon I had prepared vanished. "Temptation is not a silent whisper," I began, my voice lower than usual. "It is a loud noise in a quiet room." I stared into space for a moment, my thoughts wandering. "It is the memory of a touch that makes the skin on your arms crawl even in the presence of the Holy Spirit. It is the scent of vanilla in a room full of incense." I gripped the edges of the wooden lectern until my knuckles turned white. The congregation was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

"By then I had a newborn and no proof of anything and a woman with significant resources who had made it very clear that making noise would cost me more than staying quiet." "So you stayed quiet." "For fourteen years," she said. "And then the Tribune found me and I realized that staying quiet had run out of road." The elevator chimed down the hall. We both heard it. Claire's hands tightened briefly in her lap then released. She breathed in slowly, the deliberate kind, and straightened slightly without making it obvious she was doing so. Voices in the hallway. Elena's low and steady. Damian's quieter than usual. And then Sophia's, saying something I could not make out, the words less importan

“But when he came, I did not send him away.” Even when I was supposed to because he's to marry my sister. I can't tell the priest how selfish I've been all this while. He'll definitely judge me like humans are supposed to. “Why didn't you?” Because he was bleeding? Because he is dangerous? Or is it because when he looks at me, I feel seen in a way that terrifies me? “I don't know,” I admit. The priest is quiet for a long moment. “Desire does not make you sinful,” he says carefully. “But secrecy does. Temptation thrives where silence hides it.”

This motion caused her breasts to sway, driving Silas insane. He didn’t know where the night would lead them, but he loved what he was doing. While moaning, Tabitha let out breaths that tickled Silas's ear. He could feel himself getting harder by the second. He wanted nothing more than to penetrate her wet cave. The temptation of her beautiful moans intoxicated him. Silas took control of her breath with his fingers, and when she found it a little difficult to breathe, she used her nails to grip his shoulders, her hands shaking.