Fall Into Temptation Novels & Stories

I ought to be furious with him, as I usually am, but why does my body give in once he shows his desire, although my head is telling it not to anyway? “Couldn’t he have put me under his spell?”

She could not afford to be seen as a weakling and fall in front of Chris. The rail was still quite a walking distance, for her to hop on hold. “Do you need help?” Chris asked from where he stood beside the car. “No” Tessa replied sternly. Yes, she needed help. She was going to fall. Tessa placed her hand on her forehead, she could feel it spinning, how could such a short distance get her so tired? Just when she could feel herself falling to the ground, Tessa felt an arm on her waist. “I didn’t…” Tessa was about to scold Chris, but the words felt trapped by weakness in her tongue.

I sighed when he removed his hand and watched with widening eyes as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, licking off every bit of me. “And she still tastes like heaven,” he murmured, spinning me so he can kiss me. “Heaven doesn’t have a taste,” I argued against his lips. “It sure does. And it’s you.” His hands slid into my hair. “You taste like a heaven full of sins, something that’s bad but at the same time far too good to give up.” “What kind of sins?” I teased, running my hands down his sides. “Temptation and greed. Two things that will be my downfall. You’re far too tempting and I’m far too greedy to ever stop being tempted.”

But how can I kill the man who saved my life not just once but twice? How can I kill someone when he all did was to be nice to me? I sighed. “You ready Amelia?” Natalia ask me. She is now wearing a long slit gown in the color of peach that suits her. Tonight is the night where I’m going to be introduced as the successor of my mother. The future mistress of the witches. I looked at her and smiled. “I’m ready.” I lied. I wasn’t ready to be a leader, heck I don’t even have the skill to be one. But this is my mother’s legacy and I ought to rule so she can be proud of me.

She had wanted him to fight harder. She hated herself for that. Across the city, Adrian stood in the elevator, staring at his reflection in the mirrored wall. Only my consultant. The words echoed painfully. Because somewhere between pressure and proximity, apology and hesitation, Adrian Vale had done something far more dangerous than losing control. He had started to care. And Clara had felt it. That was the problem.

However, somehow I managed to get to the fourth floor. Standing near the stairs to catch my breath, I felt a rush of footsteps behind me and I misplaced my balance. The basket in my hands slipped forward, and my sandals tripped, causing me to fall backward from the stairs. Screaming, I grabbed at the steel rail of the stairs for safety. I could feel my heart beating in my mouth. Unfortunately, the rail was slippery and I was losing my grip. I closed my eyes so I couldn't see myself getting fractured. I was on the verge of crumpling when a strong hand pulled me up and I collapsed on a rock-hard chest.

Levi raised an eyebrow, "If they felt guilty, they would have stopped." Listening to Levi's answer, Bella chuckled softly, shaking her head. “You are wrong, although I am not a psychologist, I think the two of them at some moment or moment really felt guilty and sorry towards me. But they cannot overcome the exciting temptation of adultery.” “The temptation of adultery?” Levi softly repeated her words.

But when Ace says it, I know it’s a promise he is willing to keep. Ace is the devil in disguise, a walking sin, and I will gladly follow him into the fire.

The air smelled faintly of chalk and old varnish, a scent I’d come to associate with the sound of his voice. He was already at the podium when I arrived, sleeves rolled, tie loosened just enough to look careless. He never looked careless. “Today,” he said, “we examine the nature of temptation as described in the Epistle of James. ‘Each one is tempted when, by his own desire, he is dragged away and enticed.’ Notice desire itself is not the sin. The surrender to it is.” He let the words settle. Then his eyes lifted, searching the room. For a heartbeat, they found mine.

“It is one of the sins most easily committed but hardest to admit. Because it appeals to what is human in us, our desire to be seen, to be touched, to be wanted.” A few people nodded. I wondered if they could hear the irony bleeding through my tone. “We are told to flee from it. Not fight it. Not reason with it. Flee.” My eyes flickered to him again. He leaned back casually, one leg crossed over the other, eyes half-lidded as if he were listening to music instead of scripture. I gripped the edges of the lectern. “But too often,” I continued, “we tell ourselves we are stronger than temptation. We tell ourselves we can endure it, stand near it, even taste it, and not be changed.”