Follow
Chapters
Share
Tales of Universe of Temptations

Tales of Universe of Temptations

Temptations, a world of investigation, mystery, and the supernatural, unfolds through tales set in the Lovecraft County universe, where magic and science intertwine, magical families vie for power like imperial houses, and cosmic entities observe from the veils of reality. This saga, born from intrigues of power, mystery, debauchery, and passionate bodies, is a testament to this. Tsuki, the man with red and white hair, is heir to a cursed lineage, always entangled in passionate affairs between men and women. Whenever his eyes meet, they reveal secrets that should not be seen. His heart is always divided between forbidden passions and ancestral responsibilities. Throughout his life, his dealings, intrigues, and mysteries unfold, amidst love affairs, sex, and passions, as he becomes involved with his witches, each representing aspects of desire and seduction, bringing with them mysteries, intrigues, and dangers, amidst intrigues, love affairs, passionate affairs, darkness, light, and the entanglements of bodies and their moments of passion. From masked balls to blood pacts, from living paintings to endless towers, Tsuki traverses scenarios that blend the cosmic horror of Lovecraft with the political intrigues of Dunes and space planets embroiled in political intrigue, where the magical atmosphere of magical worlds, amidst romances, is enveloped in conspiracy, each passion a prophecy, each choice a risk. Temptations is more than a saga of love and magic. It's a universe of family intrigues, secret pacts, and cosmic entities. While wandering among thrillers and detective cases, amidst the story of a man torn between temptation and destiny, between chaos and passion. In the midst of embarking on a dark, mature, and captivating epic, where each page is an invitation to the abyss-and each temptation is a choice between living and being lost. Tsuki was born under the reflection of this Mirror, his red and white hair a sign of the curse, and his eyes revealing secrets that should not be seen. Still always involved, since he was a child, he was haunted by visions of witches and shadows, and each family saw him as a threat or prophecy, among demons and supernatural beings, in the midst of dark cities, warm beds, and his passions. After traversing masked balls, blood pacts, living paintings, endless towers, and enchanted seas, Tsuki reaches the end of his journey. As he embarks on stories that show the mirror, now broken into nine fragments, revealing its truth: every witch he loved, every intrigue he faced, every temptation that consumed him, was part of the same destiny. In the final reflection, Tsuki sees himself-not as an heir, not as a lover, not as an artist, but as a bridge between worlds. At various moments, he understands that love and desire are not curses, but forces capable of challenging even forgotten gods.
Chapters
Share

Chapter 3

It was there that the Murders Sharathy Inc office was located, and it was a subsidiary that belonged as if it were a subsidiary and one of the headquarters of the shadow organizations managed by Christina, Veronilka and Eduarda. During that period with your partner, There were so many phone calls that, in the mid-1930s, the company was already the most efficient hit-and-run troop in the history of the Mafia in the United States, where no one knew of their existence, they had the ability to disappear into the shadows and darkness. To be part of the group, little was required of the candidate: he only needed to be tough and, preferably, a Jew and a whistle to submit to torture sessions. Even if they managed to endure the training that was hell, and few survived, in which some were trained by the rabbi and underwent training and gradually the best assassins and agents, were whose lives changed if they moved to the city and abandoned the old life, and gained new life and names. It was then, when he exiled himself in that ancient city lost in time when the portals by themselves were opened few decided to live, in the city of shadows, and organization of the shadow union, in which command of the troop was in charge of Louis Bucha Hallter, Lepke Elehpê, with the nickname is a diminutive of Lepkeleh, something like Luizinho in Yiddish, the language spoken by the Jews of central Europe. When an execution order came out, he was the one who started the scheme that ended with the phone call to Dona Rose's little shop. Son of Jewish immigrants from Russia, in which Elepê and who gained power and money controlling unions and extorting merchants and industrialists, and always visiting the city sporadically and having undergone the initiation of the shadow rabbi. As for the kingpin Louis Lepke Buchalter, whereas he was someone in the bakery business, and which was a business associated with Jews for centuries in central Europe, and while some supplied flour and had large plantations, iron mining, and making pots and ovens, even though he is. His partner being Jacob Gurr Ahahashah Shapiro, he was different and with partners from Veronika, Eduarda, Christina and Eduarda, if yes, that was made in that city, some girls and the families that were formed by the assassins made these products, there you have one of the large bakeries and dairies. He has the best milk, bread, pasta and chocolate-derived products and Delphos distributes this as an alliance and agreement between a society with associates, in which they are from Veronika, and Thanya Derashy, daughter of the Jew. Even being one of the most powerful and lethal killers alongside Rabbi Katia's daughter who are the best businessmen and associates the world has ever seen, in which they took care of security, and shady business, that which is business was initially worth more than 1 million dollars a year for the duo, which was a fortune in the values of the time that grew as time changed. It was estimated that during the American Depression about 42% of everything consumed in New York, before the headquarters moved to that city, ended up in the pockets of gangsters, in a kind of mafia tax, and it was a mafia of Jews that emerged after the migration and the ancient city. Lepke collaborated closely with other former criminal leaders who in turn are agents for the best world leaders, all of whom are also Jewish. As for Arthur Dutch Schultz Flegen Heimer dominated Harlem, and where he controlled an illegal lottery, and the North American version of the bicheiro, in which there was a large sum of illegal money that runs all over the USA, in which in addition to distribution and transporting products such as sand, flour, sugar and food products and distribution using trucks, and which they also manufacture in that big city, which is as big as twice the size of New York. With him there was no administrative modernity, and with Derek Schultz he knew that his main strength was in the use of violence, but that as time changed, with other methods and other bosses were Bugsby Siegel, who in 1946 would open the first casino in Las Vegas, and Meyer Lansky. So, considered the greatest brain in the history of the mafia, in which they made the first place where any demon and creature from the underworld of magic and magical dimensions could meet, in which few businesspeople who had knowledge and might want to meet there with underworld betting. There were some underworld auctions they could meet, few of whom knew about, bets there that depended on little more than things that would never be done. At that time, in another reality. Darkness was kissing Tsuki Miki, being carried towards her room with a trail of torn clothes, her lint. - Mine. – Darkness growled. Those lips that descended all over her body, taking her clothes off, ripping, ripping, and doing what she wanted with her body. His lips descended to her hole, spreading her legs high, he fucked it with his tongue, taking it oiling on the desk beside him. Pushing his tongue inside his hole, thrusting into him, fucking him hard, fast, and with each thrust, inside him, with hard, precise thrusts, as the new god fucked him hard. Barely waiting for an orgasm to come between screams and moans, the new god lifted his legs, positioning himself between the end kneeling between his legs, placing his legs in his lap, his ass, being guided inside him, with one swing. In the midst of starting to push and pull. - My little bitch. – Darkness said, between pushing and pulling, with force and speed, the smaller man was thrust, fucked with force, the new god was pushing and pulling with thrusts of his pelvis, in and out, with force and speed. For every thrust, in and out, with force and speed, without mercy, with every slap skin to skin. With the thrusts of his pelvis, with each thrust, directly into his prostate, with screams, with no mercy, with each hard slap in and out. Until they both came with force and speed, nonstop, with each thrust, hard and precise, with thrusts, slaps of skin against skin, their testicles pounding frantically in his ass. In the midst of their last orgasms, with force and speed, falling towards the bed. - Are you okay? – Darkness questioned him. - I'll stay. – The man said. In the middle of picking him up in his lap, taking him to give him a bath, on his lap, still coming back and going to sleep. They were heading towards a negotiating table, he had barely woken up, being led towards the car.

You may also like

Apocalypse Rebirth: Reclaiming My Infinite Space
9.4
I thought the Burch family gave me a loving home when they took me out of the orphanage. But when the global deep freeze apocalypse hit, my adoptive parents mercilessly kicked me out of the bunker to freeze to death. As I lay dying in the snow, covered in horrific purple frostbite, my adoptive sister Kendal walked past me in a pristine designer jacket. Around her neck was my only childhood possession—an antique gold necklace my adoptive mother had ripped off my neck to give to her. Kendal gloated, bragging that my pendant held a magical space with infinite supplies and fresh food while the rest of the world starved. I realized I had spent years emptying my life savings to fund their luxury cars and fake medical emergencies. They had drained my bank accounts, stolen my bloodline's heirloom, and used my magical lifeline to live like royalty while leaving me to die. I took my last ragged breath in that blinding blizzard, consumed by a toxic hatred. Why was I so hopelessly weak? Why did I let them take everything from me? Opening my eyes again, the painful frostbite scars were gone. My skin was warm. I grabbed my phone. The screen lit up: November 12. It was exactly three days before the world ended. When my adoptive mother called, faking a tearful emergency to demand another thirty thousand dollars, I smiled coldly. "Just tell me where to send the money, Mom." This time, I'm taking my space back, and I'm going to drain them dry.
Burned by My Ex, Reborn as His King's Mate
8.4
Seraphina died betrayed. She perished in flames-poisoned by Darius, the fated mate she'd foolishly loved. Her childhood sweetheart, who sacrificed her only to save his mistress. Reborn five years earlier, Seraphina vows: Never again. No more submissions. No more suffering his cruelty. This time, she'll rewrite her destiny - then she meets Kairos. The Untamed Alpha King who loathes the mate bond after his own betrayal. Her second-chance mate - a bond that will kill her if she rejects it. Now, caught between Kairos' relentless pursuit and Darius' desperate attempts to reclaim her, Seraphina faces an impossible choice: Drown the world in vengeance... or risk her shattered heart on the mate who could either heal her scars or destroy her completely?
Caught Between Two Brothers ( love triangle)
8.1
She thought patience would ear‍n her love. She wa‍s wrong. ‍After years o⁠f waiting for her best friend to finally see⁠ her, she m‍eets the one man she should never wa‌nt-his older brother. Dar‍k, forbidden, and danger‍ously perceptive, he sees th‍rou‌gh every excuse sh⁠e's eve⁠r made f‌or being ove‌rlooked. Now she must choose between a saf‌e fantasy tha‍t keeps break‌ing her heart and a dangerous truth that offers no escape once it begins. Because the brother who looks at her like that? He doesn't belie‍ve in halfw‍ay love.
Faking Love To Save The General
7.5
For five years, I was locked away in the freezing royal dungeon, starved and used as a bloody plaything by the kingdom's sadistic Cabinet Minister, Brandt Fischer. He tortured me daily for one twisted reason: I simply looked like someone else. When he visited my cell to casually announce my father's execution and drag a silver dagger across my neck, he expected me to beg. Instead, I laughed, sank my teeth directly into his carotid artery, and was violently thrown against a jagged stone wall to my death. As my skull cracked and my blood stained the moss, I thought about my so-called family. The moment Brandt had demanded me, my father, the Duke, handed me over without a single hesitation to save his own political career. I was nothing but a disposable pawn, left to rot in the dark while the monsters who ruined my life thrived. I died suffocating on my own blood and absolute, destructive vengeance. Then, I opened my eyes. I was lying in my silk-sheeted bed, reborn as my fifteen-year-old self. Today was the exact day Lord Daryl Langley, the God of War, would be ambushed and crippled—the event that allowed Brandt to seize ultimate power. I immediately stole a horse, rode to the palace gates, and threw myself directly in front of Daryl's moving carriage. "I just didn't want to see a hero die like a slaughtered pig." I didn't care if I had to shatter my own ankle to hijack his convoy. This time, I was going to save the general, and he would become the blade I use to slaughter them all.
Reborn And Pampered: The Genius Heiress Returns
7.5
I am the biological daughter of the wealthy Fitzpatrick family, but I spent my childhood eating out of dumpsters. When I was finally brought back to the estate at age seven, I thought I would experience my parents' love. Instead, my biological parents looked at my dirty clothes with raw disgust. They only cared about Hallie, the fake daughter who lived like a princess. The moment I walked in, Hallie hurled a heavy ceramic cup at my head, slicing my hand open. "Get out of my house!" My father didn't even look at the blood. He raised his hand to strike me, accusing me of bringing trailer park rules into his home. In my past life, I dropped to my knees and begged for their forgiveness. I endured their abuse, hoping they would eventually love me. But they let the maids humiliate me, let Hallie steal my identity, and eventually threw me back onto the streets to die. Even my playboy Uncle Byron, the only person who ever showed me mercy, was driven to suicide by them. I didn't understand why my own flesh and blood hated me so much, or why a vicious liar deserved everything while I was treated like a jinx. Opening my eyes again, I was back on the exact day I first returned to the estate. As my father raised his hand to hit me, I didn't cower. Instead, I looked at the family patriarch and pointed directly at my notorious, alcoholic uncle. "I want him to be my new guardian."
Reborn From Fire: The Billionaire's Obsession
7.1
The night before her wedding to Wall Street billionaire Everette Baird, Deliah Quinn stood happily in her haute couture gown. Then, her younger sister Arvilla walked in, handed her a drugged glass of champagne, and slammed an ultrasound on the vanity. "I'm pregnant with Everette's child," Arvilla sneered. Before Deliah's paralyzed body could react, Arvilla dragged in a canister of industrial gasoline, soaked the bridal suite, tossed a lighter, and locked the heavy oak doors from the outside. To escape the roaring inferno, Deliah smashed the glass balcony and threw herself into the freezing, violent waters of the Atlantic Ocean. For five agonizing years, everyone believed the Quinn heiress was dead. Deliah returned to New York entirely reborn—a top architectural designer and a single mother, having scrubbed her past clean and forgotten the people who destroyed her. She only wanted a peaceful life with her five-year-old genius son, Leo. But she had no idea her son was secretly hacking airport security cameras to find himself a wealthy stepdad. Leo deliberately bumped into a terrifying, cold-blooded tycoon, spilling scalding coffee on his custom suit to get his attention. When Deliah frantically rushed over to protect her son and apologize, the air in the terminal vanished. Everette Baird stared at the exact face he had obsessively mourned for five years, his eyes turning pitch black as he crushed his phone in his bare hand.