Dare To Love Novels & Stories

As the snake contacted Leaves' body, Cara saw that Leaves began shudder somewhat. Damn Songbird, Cara sharply supposed, if by some stroke of good luck she hadn't over and again denied my proposal of kindness, I could not have possibly disapproved of bringing her back into the positions of us sisters. However, since we are practically coming near the crucial point in time, I can't bear to face any challenges.

Aeryn winked at our daughter, “when I was still pregnant with Forrest we talked a bit about this. You said your mate would be scary and awesome and dad would lose his shit. We wanted a boring love story for you. Just because we don’t want you to get hurt. But you’ll probably get that love story that people will want to write about, just because you’re an Omari. We get lucky in life and love, but we also need to go through some shit to get there. It’s part of our deal.” “And what if it’s too much to get through?” Nivia sounded almost scared. My fearless girl, not scared of any fight, but scared of love. “Love doesn’t hurt. Of course, you’ll have fights or struggles. But in the end, when you l

Last night, in a desperate attempt to distract myself from my miserable life, I ventured to a club, longing for an escape I decided to get laid one last time before committing my forever to him. Prayers filled my thoughts, eagerly wishing he'd reject me, I was so disgusted by his presence. The fear of potential harm haunted me, a troubling uncertainty about what might happen if he ever laid hands on me. Yet, today, I made the painful decision to proceed with the marriage. It was a pact, a promise to my brother Camillo and my friend Ivy, who were enjoying in their love and success.

She could no longer stand her sister's attitude. The problem was very critical. Her own viva's life was at stake, but she didn't want to do anything just because of a word called prestige! Lea looked at her sister, who seemed very mature with her words just now. She knew that what Grace had said was true. It was just that she didn't want to admit her feelings to men first. That was her life principle. Anyway, in romantic movies, they say that being loved is so much better than loving. So she may be happier with Daniel, she concluded.

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?"

The near-kiss hovered, his lips a whisper from mine, one hand sliding to my hip, gripping hard. “Then why let Serena humiliate me?” I shot back, voice trembling with fury and unwanted desire. “Why not stop it? Because deep down, you still see me as the maid’s daughter who needs to be put in her place?” Dare’s forehead dropped to mine, his free hand tangling in my hair. “Because control is all I have left. Seeing you smile at Julian, even politely, rips me apart. I hate it. I hate him. And I hate that you still make me feel this insane, possessive, like I’d burn the company down to keep you from him.”

She shook her head. I was wrong. The figure watched her. Love does not mean deciding another person's life. It means being brave enough to let them have one. The darkness around her began to crack. Arielle stepped forward. I choose a world where my children can make mistakes. The first crack widened. I choose a world where they can disappoint me. Another crack appeared. I choose a world where they can leave. The emptiness trembled. I choose a world where they can come back. The figure's shape began to change.

Why can't you let me have just this one thing? Darius pleaded desperately, his breath coming in gasps. You can have any woman at the tip of your fingers. Go for them and let me have the woman I truly love. Damon, I have loved Amara since we were kids. And you know that, you know I love this girl. And you— you don't love Amara. You never loved her. So why are you suddenly showing interest in her? Darius spat with pain and anger, his whole body shaking.

Amanda sat in her small apartment in Surulere after another long, boring day at the office. Twenty-four years old, with a tight athletic body from years of gym work — perky C-cup tits, a tiny waist that curved out into a fat, juicy ass that made men stare. She was tired. Tired of vanilla boyfriends who lasted five minutes and called it romance. She wanted to be used. Broken. Turned into something less than a person.

“No.” “Then what?” “I don’t want our vow spoken in the shadow of threat.” She studied me quietly. “You’re afraid.” “Yes.” “Of losing?” “Yes.” “Or of loving me openly before war?” I didn’t answer immediately. “Both,” I admitted. Her eyes softened. “You think love makes you vulnerable.” “It does.” “And you think Fael would use that.” “Yes.” She exhaled slowly. “Darius… loving me is not a weakness.” “I know.”