All Chapters of Sweet Temptation: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

There will always be a person who looks like a poem the earth wrote to keep you alive. -Juansen Dizon.|I R I S|Have you ever felt lost in someone so much that you completely lost the touch with the actual world? Because that's how I am feeling right now when I see, him, talking with a authority in his tone. His bossy aura is a freaking turn on. But I keep the unholy thoughts to myself as I stab my fork in the salad in my plate while my eyes stay fixed at his side posture. Rowan yawned in between at which Lucas elbowed him in the ribs to get his undivided attention on the serious issue they are talking about. I put another piece of salad in my mouth, chewing slowly, while I observe him. He is dressed like a dangerous sin, in all black. His black shirt hugs his muscular chest in all the right places, sticking to his body like another layer of skin. His one hand is stuffed inside the pocket of his black narrow pants. He is like a threat everyo

If I ever see a flaw of yours, I had say my eyes are the flawed ones. - Mahmoud Darwish.|I R I S|"You could have saved me." He screamed, accusingly, as his blue eyes filled with unshed tears. "You let me die." He screamed louder and with his each word it becomes hard to breath and stand still. "I didn't." I sobbed, trying to convince myself more than him. Could I have saved him? Did I let him die? All these questions clouded my mind and I felt a tight knot around my heart as if someone is squeezing it tighter, to crack it.His blue eyes let out tears of blood and I controlled myself from screaming. I want to. But no sound comes out of my mouth. His hand painted with blood extend forward as if to hold my neck. Immediately, I take one step back but before I could turn around and run, his fingers circled around my throat, squeezing it. The grip was not tight enough to choke me but it still hurts. "You have to die, too." Were his last words before he

It seemed that his heart would burst out of his chest and weep it's own tears. -Stephen King. |L O R E N Z O|My eyes fluttered open and the first thing I see is the grey walls, I am surrounded by and a lot of papers sitting undone on my table. I rub my eyes with the back ofg hand before standing up. It's even too much work lately and I can't even bring myself to sleep with Iris. But the work is getting back to normal and soon enough I would have go back to spending my time with my girl. I head towards the exit and imagine my shock when I saw, Bianca, standing there, almost half naked. She was wearing a lace bra and a mini skirt that barely hide anything. "What the fuck do you want, Bianca?" I growled, not bothering to hide my annoyance as I rub my temple with my forefinger and middle finger, to ease the lines forming in my forehead. "Come on, Zo." She said in her seductive voice as she walked in my direction with slow steps. "I know

It was the eyes. The secret of love was in the eyes. The way one person looked at another, the way eyes communicated and spoke when the lips never moved. - V.C. Andrews. |I R I S|"Tell me, gattino, how did you wanted to hurt her?" He repeated, still lost in my hairs. I intake a deep breath, sharply. "I wanted to bash her head in the nearby wall." I admitted, softly and in a low tone, as if I am afraid of saying it out loud. But I noticed as his lips twitched in a small smile.What is he thinking about? Why is he smiling?"I wanted to watch her bleed before I warn her about staying away.." I trailed off, not knowing how to say that. I feel bad and oddly, embarrassed. But his eyes shifted from my hairs and pinned me with his intense gaze. "That's it, I am out of here." I heard Rowan yell in the background before he stormed out of his own room, mumbling to himself in gibberish. Because I didn't understood shit. And, about Lorenzo, it's like he doesn't even recognise anyone else whe

Her angel eyes saw the good in so many devils. -Unknown. |I R I S|I feel eyes on me even when mine are closed. I know who can it possibly be. I am definitely sure about who he is. Because there is no way I would not feel his presence, not feel him. With my eyes still closed shut as I let the cold breeze hit me, I said, "You are here." Slowly, I opened my eyes and turned my head around to see him staring at me with so much adoration. I can never get enough of that look in his eyes. Only if I could communicate so much just by my eyes, then probably I would have managed to tell him what he means to me. He takes slow steps in my direction and stops right beside me, towering over my sitting figure. I extended my hand to him, hoping, he wouldn't turn down my offer and make me feel embarrass but he surprised by slipping his large hand in my smaller one before he sat down by my side. He stared ahead at the blank sky and high buildings when h