Dare Me Season 2 Novels & Stories

Eric says, “I’m not doing anything to jeopardize my marriage to Cynthia.” “No one is asking you to,” Matt says, joining the persuasion. He and Max have obviously worked the details out amongst themselves. “Make contact. That doesn’t mean fuck or even touch.” He shakes his head with a laugh. “Well, contact... no. Talk to, get a phone number, have a conversation. Unlike the show, the dare is not for all of us. One of us needs to be the judge. That, my man,” he says to Eric, the groom-to-be, “is you. Max, Trevor, and I are the ones who have to do the dare. You choose the one who wins and the other two pay for this entire weekend...hotel rooms, drinks, and all.” I can’t help but think that the o

Her arms wrap around my neck as she cries in my arms. “I wanna see, Levi.” *** “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I ask her again when I see her constant fidgeting in her seat. “Yeah, Love. I don’t wanna start my session without meeting him first.” She looks at me with a smile of confidence. “How about your mother? I can’t risk you again. We can just meet Levi somewhere far from her.” She squeezes my hand. “I’m the strongest woman you’ve ever met, remember that, Pyke?”

A fucking dare, the glint in her eyes made me realize how serious she is. "Fuck me! Yes! This is a dare, fuck me. Let's see how good you think you are, let's see if you are going to be addictive. Of course you can never be addictive, it is just going to be just once and nothing else. Let's see who loses."

My stomach twisted, but I knew there was no escaping it. The first few rounds were harmless. Dumb dares. Embarrassing truths. Somebody had to run to the mailbox shirtless, another admitted to peeing in the pool last summer. But soon, the dares got sharper. Riskier. “Kendra!” one of the boys called, grinning wide. “Truth or Dare?” Kendra lifted her chin, smirking. “Dare.” The boy’s grin widened. “I dare you to… make out with Caleb.”

“Wanna find out for sure?” Reid laughs, his smirk widening as both of them crack up. I splash them, shaking my head. “You two are awful. Seriously, Reid, that was the worst pickup line I’ve ever heard.” Reid shrugs, unbothered, and glances at me with an unreadable look in his dark eyes. “Your turn, Drea. Truth or dare?” I hesitate, knowing whatever he plans won’t be easy. “Dare,” I say finally, against my better judgment.

The day after I proposed to my fiancée, she sent me a message out of nowhere saying it was over. I called her over and over, frantic, but she hung up every time. I sent message after message, and she read every one without replying. I even went looking for her, but she was nowhere to be found. It was not until I collapsed onto the couch, completely drained and white as a sheet, that I finally saw a new social media post from her childhood friend. [Only Ellery would actually go through with it. She drew the dare to dump her fiancé cold—no explanation, nothing—and she really did it. Absolute legend!] I read it, then replied to her message: [Got it.]

She adjusted herself and arched forward on the chair, staring uncomfortably at Elena as she said "Let's begin", "So Lorraine, you won the game night, so we'll start with you. Truth or dare", Elena asked "Truth", "Is your boyfriend secretly rich?" Elena went right off the bat. Immediately Lorraine became greatly uncomfortable and tried to change her pick, "Dare. I meant to say "Dare," she quickly defended

I offered with a big smile but he wasn't even smiling anymore. "No, Davina I am not being nice to you for that purpose. I think I've given my most honest answers in the form and if they like it, they would call me for an interview and I want to clear it myself. I want to judge my potential, and I will only be accepted if I'm deserving. Please don't do anything for me, Davina. I respect that you're willing to do it for me but I would rather prefer to achieve things that I truly deserve."

Later, in the dark, he traced the welts on her skin with apologetic fingers. “We’re burning out,” she whispered. He didn’t answer. Just pulled her closer, as if he could fuse them together and stop the spiral. The next dare was scrawled on the bathroom mirror in her lipstick, bold and red. **Dare #11: Confess to Mom. Tell her what her stepkids do when the lights go out.** Alex stared at the words until they blurred. The game had always lived in the shadows; this would drag it into daylight. She wiped the mirror clean with her sleeve, leaving streaks like blood.

She pushed the dress down, kicking it away until she was kneeling naked between us, a hand on each of our cocks. “Are we still playing?” she breathed. I groaned. “What?” “The game,” she whispered, her eyes darting from my cock to Omar ’s. I growled. “I think we’re past truth or dare games” “Because I need to dare you,” she husked, her eyes meeting mine. “Both of you.” “Dare us to what?” Omar growled, her hand sliding up and down his pulsing cock. “I dare you to show me how,” she breathed. “Show me how the two of you take a girl.”