Dare Me Netflix Novels & Stories

"As for this lady, she's the private investigator I hired." The crowd fell silent. Only Damien stood his ground, arguing, "That's bullshit! What private investigator? According to what I heard, you two were practically swapping spit out in the driveway!" All around us, people quietly pulled out their phones and started recording.

slide disappeared, and a high-definition photo took its place. It was a racy photo taken in a hotel bed. In it, Robert was shirtless, sleeping like a dead log, while Kristie, dressed in a sexy, lacy lingerie, lay on his chest and flashed a "V" sign at the camera with a bright grin on her face. The room erupted in shock. "Goodness! That's insane!" "How shameless! And she always pretends to be so innocent at work too." "Mr. Spradlin usually appears to be so proper. Who knew he was actually this wild?"

In an eerily calm voice, I asked, "Aren't we playing Truth or Dare, Ms. Stuart? I chose dare, so I picked someone to carry out the dare with. What's wrong with that?" "Why, you…" Whitney trembled hard, so outraged that she could barely speak. "How dare you choose to accept that dare? What gives you the audacity? You could've just accepted the punishment instead! Who the hell do you think you are?" "Hm?" I raised a brow, my tone mocking. "So you do know the rules of this game, then? Which means you could've conceded earlier and taken three penalty shots instead. So why did you choose to go ahead with the dare? Are the rules of the game different when it comes to you?"

I scrambled for the remote as the woman’s voice droned out behind me. I couldn't stand horror stories and especially not when it's close to nightfall and I was all alone in a dark bedroom in an unfamiliar town. But the woman’s crisp voice kept going. “There’s an ongoing medical trial tagged as ‘Resurrection therapy’. It’s said to use advanced medical methods to bring people back from irreversible conditions. It’s run by an anonymous program claiming to have legal backing and lots of people have been reported missing or found unconscious in strange places after applying” The remote slipped through my fingers to the floor and I screamed as chills ran through me.

I forced myself to look neutral. “Zayne’s girl. Yayyy!” Drew cheered, several eyes pointing at me. “Truth, Dare, or Spanish fly?” My eyes met with Zayne’s as if he could bail me out. “You don’t have to play…” “Dare.” I interrupted Zayne before he could make me change my mind.. “Oh, feisty much. I likey.” A girl named Natasha said, grinning my way. “Okay, Zayne’s girl. I dare you to palm his dick through his trouser and give it a one minute massage.”

“Too late, human mate. The feed goes live in ten minutes. I do not want revenge. I want the world to see what your alpha really is. And I want the money that comes with it. Say goodbye to your secrets.” Zara showed Damien the screen. The bond flared with cold rage. They were still blocks away. The live stream timer on Cross’s dark web channel had already started counting down. Nine minutes remained. And somewhere in that penthouse a camera was already rolling on an empty chair, waiting for the alpha to appear or the world to change forever.

The public dare stream was the most terrifying thing I had ever done. The stakes were higher than they had ever been. No more private sessions. No more Daddy. It was all or nothing. I logged on at nine o'clock, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. I was naked, except for the collar and leash. I was on my knees, waiting for the dares to start. The chat room was buzzing. "What's the dare, Kitten?" "Are you scared?" "We're going to make you do some nasty stuff tonight." The tips were pouring in, a steady, satisfying stream of income.

When? Me: Every time you're moaning and begging for more Nate: What a lie! Me: No lie Just confess that you're crazy about me, that you don't do anything else but to desire me! Nate: I think you're watching too much BL. Me: No, you're the only one who doesn't want to confess that you want me too much! Nate: Dream on! Me: There's Something Nate: What? Me: You pay me Nate: Whoa, I'm scared!

I logged into Netflix and played 'Doom at your service' series. Soon I drifted to deep slumber with a smile still on my face.

asked Damon . "You aren't the only one who watches netflix in this whole world ." said Cynthia . They sat in silence for few minutes and then Cynthia spoke up . "Hey Damon I am getting bored here can you play any song please ." said Cynthia . "Yeah yeah It would be my honour to play a song for princess Cynthia . What should I play ?" said Damon sarcastically . "I like Billie Eilish ." said Cynthia . "You stupid girl do you seriously think I am going to play a song for you .Do you realise you are here for you punishment ." said Damon .