Dare To Live Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

How dare she? To be continued.

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.

He dropped his bag on the counter and made his way towards the fridge. "I'm guessing both of them don't know where you're staying?" He said. He took out the orange juice and drank straight from the pitcher. "Nope. And I want it to stay that way." "Why?" I was hoping he would just shrug off what happened today, but I was out of luck. "Well, I love Char, but I don't want her to have any ideas, and Sebastian, obviously, he wouldn't agree with me living with a guy." "Then why don't you live with him?" He was looking at me like I was the dumbest girl he had ever met. Guess I have no choice but to let the cat out of the bag.

The car sped through the darkness, and my heart sank deeper into the pit inside me. … They dragged me into my father's hospital room. The place was silent except for the steady beeping of the monitors. The sterile air felt suffocating. My father lay there, motionless, a breathing tube keeping him alive. Grayson ordered them to tie me to the foot of the bed. My knees hit the cold floor. Then, he pulled out his phone and switched to video mode. "Come on," he said. "Look into the camera and tell everyone your father, Benjamin Ward, is a fraud."

“Basically, I’m starting all over and it takes time. I don’t have any credit because I haven’t used any kind of credit in three years so it’s not like I can get a credit card to tide me over. I’m stuck, Ruggero. I’m stuck in a small town where everyone knows my name, yet nobody knows who I am, being monitored by a man who barely knows my name but knows every single personal detail of my life. There is no escape for me.” “Why do you want to live?” “Because someday,” she lifted her trembling chin at his bold question, “all of this will be a distant nightmare for me to forget and I will have my own life I will be living. It takes time and if I’ve learned anything I have loads of patience and pl

I considered creating a PowerPoint presentation; after all, conferencing was a tool they both used and understood. However, a little reflection on the scene brought to mind the humiliating sermon about reproduction, abstinence, and sin delivered by old Sister Theresa in eighth-grade health, and I had hastily returned to my scheme an instructive discussion conducted in enticing conditions. So it was a good thing he wasn't here, because it gave me time to recover from my lengthy travel and put the alluring conditions into action. I knew which bedroom I wanted to be the master. Sebastian's quarters. I was daring. I was brave.

*A terrible one. I never went to that party. I never had fun with a random guy. Not only that, but I never participated in dare or dare. Miranda didn’t kiss my ex and the anti-climatic, I didn’t see him. I did not see him thrusting his length in her. I didn’t see her tits in the air, bouncing as she steadied herself on him. Furthermore, I squeeze my eyes so hard they’re hurting, but I want the image to go away. It’s fixed in my head, I keep reliving it, and I just want it to go away.

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

I'm regretting why I came to the party in the first place, sometimes revenge doesn't turn out well as you've expected. After listening to all the stupid and crazy rules laid down by Brandon, we all sat in a big circle. A beer bottle was in the middle of us and Brandon was the one twirling the bottle for us. We are expected to have 3 Truths and a Dare for each participant. Kai and Athena were the first to hit on their Dare part, and all along I've caught Kayden staring at me acutely. “I dare you nibble Alicia's neck for 2 minutes and make her moan,” Athena said, and I nearly puked while everyone cheered loudly.