What Happened To Dare In The Original Storyline?

A game of Truth or Dare brings two strangers together at a party. Damien is a billionaire in desperate need to move on from a toxic relationship. Danielle is a young broke woman in desperate need of revenge after her boyfriend cheated. These two get into an arranged marriage that leads to dark twisted games.

Well, who said a Nerd couldn't be a fierce, stubborn, cold-hearted, arrogant and a lover of baggy trousers and crop tops... All these attributed to Jade, a newly transferred student in Crimson Heights high school, to complete her finals. Being a Nerdy bookworm gave no one their right to tamper and dare mess with her, this got her into many fights in her previous school before she got transferred to this new school. She tried as much to be ignorant to everyone who crosses her path to avoid trouble, but that was quite difficult when she was pushed to the wall most times. Meet, Kayden, the popular cocky, arrogant billionaire son whose father owns the largest multi-billionaire corporation in Canada. He is handsome and tall, making all girls in school desire him. Guess what happens when two arrogant people collide... Chaos right? What happens when Jade decided to go for a house night party organized by her mates after being dragged in school by the crazy cheerleader, Athena, and Jade was dared to KISS Kayden? Aissh! That's when the whole trouble even started. Warning: Contains Violence, triggering emotions and Matured Scenes.

Everyone in the Darkthorne Pack knows one thing about me. I'm human. The unwanted girl with no wolf, no rank, and no place among werewolves. For eighteen years, I've been counting down the days until I can escape the pack that never wanted me. The only person who's ever stood by my side is my best friend, Brock, an omega destined to disappoint his powerful Alpha family. Then everything changes. Brock finally shifts... and becomes someone I barely recognize. Cold. Distant. Cruel. As my eighteenth birthday approaches, strange things begin happening. My senses sharpen. My body burns with impossible power. The same elite wolves who once ignored me suddenly can't stay away. The pack's strongest males are drawn to me, fighting instincts they don't understand. Including Brock. But when my wolf finally awakens, it reveals a truth no one saw coming. I was never human. I belong to an ancient bloodline thought to be lost, one powerful enough to shake the werewolf world to its foundations. Now four powerful mates are bound to me, enemies are hunting me, and the pack that treated me like an outcast suddenly wants me at the center of everything. Too bad I've spent eighteen years learning how to survive without them. They may want to claim me. But they'll have to earn me first.

Yara and Andrian. They met in an orphanage, grew up together, and together they fought every storm that shot their way. When a couple chose to adopt Yara, she turned them down, sacrificing a lifetime opportunity just to stay with Andrian, because he was the one for her. Because they only had each other. Years later, tears welled up in Yara's eyes as Andrian recited his vows to her, promising her a forever filled with warmth and love. " Excuse me, miss. You have got the wrong person. I am Andrian Fox, and this is my fiancée." Two years later after their wedding, Yara, utterly drained and heartbroken, stood next to the intimidating Fox conglomerate, looking at her husband, the same man that once promised her a forever, his gaze warm and affectionate as he looked at his said 'fiancée', a beautiful heiress, with status that equally matched the newly found Fox family's long-lost heir, Adrian Fox. With his new identity uncovered as the heir to the great Fox fortune, a beautiful heiress as his new fiancée and the bright future ahead, what will Andrian do? What about the vows that he once made to Yara? And Yara, shattered by the betrayal, broken beyond repair, will she pick herself up? Will love visit her again? Driven by pain and thirst for revenge, how far can Yara soar?

In Onyx City, the ancient Thorne clan lived by a ruthless blood-pact law. If the clan Lord granted a new fledgling his absolute protection, the reigning Consort had to yield her place. She was required to remove her bloodstone collar—the ultimate symbol of his patronage and power—and fasten it around the neck of the new ward herself, right in front of the entire clan. Mia was that fledgling. Today marked exactly one year since she had been taken under the wing of Lord Luca, the man I considered my mate. Every vampire in Onyx City was waiting for me to break down. After all, I had been his closest companion and deepest obsession for ten years. I was the dying stray he’d saved from a hunter’s silver blade. I had craved him like a drug. I used to wake up in the dead of night, begging for his bite, his blood. I only felt peace when his scent swallowed me whole. They all knew my sickening dependence on him. They had even placed bets, swearing I would never let go. Yet, as Mia tilted her pale, fragile neck at me, taunting me with her sickeningly sweet voice, I didn't shed a single tear. Without a moment's hesitation, I unclasped the heavy bloodstone collar and fastened it around her throat myself. Luca lounged on his dark velvet throne, swirling the blood wine in his goblet. His scarlet eyes gleamed with amusement. "Elara. You've finally learned how to please me." I lowered my eyes, my fingertips brushing my bare, cold collarbone. I said nothing. Luca didn't know the truth. My sealed memories had awakened a month ago. I wasn't some lowly stray who had been clinging to life on the streets. I was the lost princess of the Nightshades, the oldest and most formidable Original bloodline in the dark world. In three days, my brother would arrive to take me home. I would reclaim my true identity.

My girlfriend, Clara Sutton, had severe mysophobia. Before every intimate moment we shared, she required me to disinfect myself thoroughly in advance. She even set strict rules about how often we could kiss or sleep together, and how long it could last. Without her permission, I was not allowed to touch her. I had always believed she treated everyone this way. I even secretly felt relieved, thinking that I must have been somewhat special to her. Then came that night at the bar. During a party, her childhood friend, Ethan Ford, drew a dare in a game of truth or dare. Then, in front of everyone, he leaned in and kissed Clara. Although it was supposedly a punishment for losing, they kissed deeply for a full five minutes. Our friends laughed and jostled one another as they turned to look at me. Only then did I realize that Clara’s obsession with cleanliness had never been a universal rule. It had existed simply because she did not like me. Disheartened, I asked for a breakup. But Clara soon regretted it. With reddened eyes, she begged me not to leave.