Dare To Live Series Novels & Stories

Choose your side. Dante’s pulse quickened. He had a choice to make, and every road led back to her. Back at the safehouse, Sergio’s fingers clattered across the keys. “It’s live.” Clara leaned over his shoulder, eyes wide. On the screen, the headline glowed: From Victim to Survivor: The Untold Story of Livia Moretti.

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?"

But even if I had slept with a girl before, I know better than to lay their names down before these clowns. Chatters went on, but I didn't care. Jackie gently squeezed my hand, trying to make me feel better. Dav went ahead and collected the cards, played with them and served them again. I'm hoping Carlson won't take it upon himself to do that dare, maybe I will be safe. This time, a girl got up to do the dare. "Card number 8 and 6, I dare you to kiss and make out before everyone!" Wow! I thought Carlson was just being a jerk, but this girl...she's on another level.

“Thank you for staying with us, Kath.” The game continued and it was one of the weirdest set of questions and dares I've ever encountered in my life. They would ask questions like ' do you know who invented the chalk?' or ' I dare you to act like the most popular person ever existed in this whole wide world. Weird but atleast...we're happy..

And enjoying socializing without being afraid of the judgements they're throwing. I wanted to feel alive...but how? I'm alive, but not living. That's how I defined my life. It's all started when I was five. The day when my life turned into lifeless. The red curtains swayed like its dancing to the rhythm of the wind. A loud shattering of glass filled my ears. My lips quivered in fear and tightly shut my eyes as I covered my ears with my tiny hands. "You can't leave me! Stay with us!"

She caressed his hand lightly and he snuggled closer to her. “God gave me another chance but I still couldn’t get over that regret; the regret of ending my life. He punished me, forcing me to stay on earth. I hated it at first. But soon I started engaging in things. I realized that I had the power to fulfill other’s wishes. I did so for a long time until I came across those people…” He paused suddenly. “Your real parents…” He finally said it and she flinched.

"Ever since we tied the knot, I've kept my distance from Damien. Can you at least stop talking dirty in front of my parents?" Her voice dropped into a furious whisper. "Last night was just a game. I didn't actually cheat on you!" At the entrance of the Bennett residence, Damien stood there with the puppy in his arms, looking frantic. "Olivia, help! Something's wrong with Livie. I think she's going into shock from being hit! I already let you go so you could be with him. Can't you guys at least leave me with the dog?" The soles of my leather shoes clicked sharply against the marble floors as I closed the distance between us.

It's Valentine's Day, and I'm at my desk at the county courthouse when my fiancee, Shelby Smith, walks in to get a marriage license with her male best friend, Liam Pearson. She slides her ID across the counter and offers a casual excuse. "Rowen, don't be mad. I lost a game of Truth or Dare. The penalty is being married to Liam for just one day. I'm bringing him back tomorrow for a divorce." Liam, who has a woman's jacket draped on his shoulders, pipes up with a snide grin. "I don't think Rowen is going to process this for us. After all, he's always had a problem with me. I just don't get men—" Before he can finish, I slam the official stamp down on their application form. "Why wouldn't I?

I hate myself for letting his words seep into my thoughts, for letting him make me question everything. But a part of me can’t help it. What if he’s right? What if everything Dare told me—everything we’ve shared—was just a lie? “I bet he never told you about the people he killed,” Mr. M began, “Do you even know how many there are now? How many families he’s destroyed? Men, children, mothers… He didn’t spare any of them. You see Dare as a man, but to the rest of the world, he’s a monster. A living terror.”

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.