Daisy Dares Novels & Stories

And then Lena — sweet, chaotic, feral Lena — stabs her fork into her pancakes and says loudly: “So, Dolly. Why do you look like you’re hiding a dead body and also like the dead body texted you first?” I choke on my orange juice. Cassian chokes on a laugh. Bianca smiles like she wants to stab me with her spoon. “I’m… just tired,” I manage. Lena narrows her eyes. “Tired? No. Wrong. Try again. You’re giving me anxiety-sweat energy.” I stare straight at my plate and wish I could press a self-destruct button.

“Three cocks. One in my mouth, one in my pussy, one in my ass. Stretching me until I can’t think. Making me scream so loud the neighbors call the cops.” Silence. Thick, electric silence. Marcus broke it first. He sat up slowly, elbows on his knees, that smirk spreading wider. “We could make that happen, Marcy. If you dare us.” Her pulse slammed in her throat. Between her legs she felt the sudden, shameful rush of heat, her panties already clinging. She should laugh it off. Change the subject. Instead she heard herself say, “I dare you.” Jake let out a low whistle. Ryan’s eyes darkened.

"She's going to be my daughter too, if the bond completes. Protecting her is simply... getting a head start." Morning came too soon for some of the pack... But the mystery of D.R. Dares, or Dr Dares, as the pack called the mystery pack member, had reached fever pitch. The chats were losing their minds. Someone had set up a chat for Dr Dares about possible commission work for the pack members; some even asked for watch faces to be designed for their sons' coming-of-age. Dorothy scrolled through the messages on her phone, her coffee growing cold beside her untouched breakfast.

He was embarrassed of me and his squad didn't hesitate to tease him over it. Hating my life, I took the drinks from the bar closer to the most powerful squad in the Brookside Pack in the private club where they hung out once in a blue moon. "How about Alpha Jace clear this doubt?" Alpha Jace's caramel blond head snapped from his phone at Addison, his girlfriend's smirking face. "It's a dare sweetheart," the drunk girl chuckled, "I'm allowing you one night of liberty before our wedding. This lowly runt is all yours tonight."

The company was preparing to host a major client from Qamaria. So, I pulled three straight all-nighters to put together a flawless reception plan. Unfortunately, I made a critical mistake in the middle of all that work. I completely forgot about the Qamarians' restrictions regarding the consumption of pork. By the time I realized my blunder, the menu featuring roast suckling pig had already been submitted to the catering department and could no longer be recalled. I slumped at my desk, my back drenched in cold sweat. If the client took offense, not only would the $300 million contract fall through, but I'd likely also be blacklisted by the entire industry. Just as I despaired and opened

Every part of her body ached, as if she was going through some sort of physical withdrawal, and her throat burned with unshed tears. "Are you nervous.?" Ugo asked her. She glanced at her friend. "Not really. Brett won’t be there." "You’re sure about that?" Daisy nodded. "I won't be going if I thought otherwise. You've forgotten how enormous my pride is." Daisy watched Ugo drum her fingers on the armrest between their seats. For all the shopping they did on Saturday, she had made only two purchase. A white beaded top and black jean skirt that had a cut opening in front. Just to restate how stylish she was, Ugo styled the two outfits with a stylish straw hat and sparkly make-up.

It was my sister, Ella “Hii…Daisy…are you still there ?” I blinked. “Huh? Yes, sure I am.” Why the hell did she even want to talk to me, not like we are close though we are sisters. “Relax girl…I don't bite and we are still sisters, right?” she asked “The thing is, it would be great if you could make it to Daddy's party. It's been a while since we partied as a family. You are not always interested so please…just come and I have made arrangements for your flight already .”

Until the final move is mine. Daisy's voice is a relentless stream, each word grating against my patience. She's animated, her hands flailing as she recounts every mundane detail of her day. The kind of girl who wants the whole world to know she’s in love. With me. I nod occasionally, feigning interest, but my mind drifts. She twirls a straw in her milkshake like she’s trying to hypnotize it. "And then Zeus, oh my God, you should’ve seen Iris’s face when the professor called her out for not turning in that assignment! She looked like she wanted to disappear."

I smiled, feeling my cheeks heating up from his intense gaze on me. “Well, I had never seen a face so green.” Daisy commented and I looked at Tara just in time to catch her evil eyes on me. I was sure she was going to do something next but at this moment I couldn’t care less. Daisy turned to me and said, “Tomorrow, eight in the evening. I won’t hear any excuses.” And then with a wave of her hand she was walking away. “What’s tomorrow?” Cole asked. ‘It’s her birthday and she wants me to come to her party.’

No one understood Everly’s anxiety better than Daisy. Daisy crossed her arms and stared at Everly. “Hmmm… Lyv Rock, you are hiding something from me… Since I’m a woman, by birth I am curious as a cat, so… Spit it out! What’s got you all fluttery today?” She tilted her head and tried to give Daisy an innocent look. “Fluttery? Really? I don’t understand what you’re talking about… I feel quite normal.” “Oh, so this is the way you want to play this… Well, Miss ‘Normal’, I’ve only been here for ten minutes and you’ve already checked the clock ten times. Plus, you keep biting your lip and taking deep breaths…”