Dare Wheel Novels & Stories

Ronan, of course, was no exception. I still remember the first time I met her. She loved Truth or Dare, and each dare was more outrageous than the last. Other people's punishments were to go pick a fight with some punk on the street; when it was my turn, she ordered me to act out our favorite sexual position with Ronan in front of everyone. I only whispered that the dare was crass, and Clara immediately stormed out, red-eyed, slamming the door behind her. The mood in the room soured instantly, and they all rushed out after her, with Ronan leading the pack.

"I’ve survived worse than a bike wreck, Jax. Focus on your part. If you don't get into their crowd and neutralize their sabotage, my sacrifice means nothing. We lose the tournament, and we lose Maddie." I swallowed hard, looking at the sleek, lethal machine he was about to mount. "Just... stay safe, brother. Please. We can't lose anyone else today. Not after Sylvester." "I’m not planning on dying," Dare said, his eyes turning cold and focused. "Now move. The race starts in five."

Could they really see through me? “You should d******d ALLURE,” She said, with a wink. Her phone screen lit up, and she waved it with a smile. “Everybody needs a little secret.” “What do you mean?” “Don’t play innocent now, Reese,” Anna interrupted, gliding her manicured hand around the rim of her dirty martini glass. “ALLURE is exactly what you need. That's where the real magic happens—Private, discreet, top-tier men only, darling.” “It's a dating app,” Sophie said lightly.

Ethan Ford’s dare was: [Choose any girl here and kiss her for three minutes. Make sure it’s a French kiss!] The next second, Ethan’s eyes fixed on my girlfriend, Clara Sutton, who was sitting beside me. Everyone followed his gaze. Among them were glances eager for entertainment. Reason told me Clara would never agree. She was always so fastidious. But my emotions tightened like a coil, my right hand clenched into a fist. Ethan strode straight toward me.

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.

TRACE “Boss.” I opened my eyes at Isaiah's call. I was about to nap while leaning on the swivel chair inside Logan's room, a chair he used during his teenage years for playing the online game DOTA. This antique swivel chair, valued at fifty thousand US dollars, went up to two hundred thousand dollars in the auction due to Logan's arrogance and foolishness. The auctioneer presented the chair, starting the bid at fifty thousand dollars. Still, Logan, acting like a fool, immediately bid two hundred thousand dollars to impress a girl who was showcasing the item.

“We roll a bottle, and someone picks a truth or a dare. You pull off your dare cleanly, you walk away with a thousand dollars.” “What kind of dumb game is this?” a guy scoffed, shaking his head. “Who hands out that kind of cash for a dare?” The guy running the circle leaned in. “Kelvin, if you don’t wanna play, get the fuck out.” He turned his eyes toward the rest of us, scanning our faces. “Any other Doubting Thomases are free to walk out the door right now.” Silence fell over as nobody moved. His lips stretched into a wide, dark grin.

looking at the door with the expression of someone who has trained themselves not to react to sounds because reacting had stopped being useful a long time ago. He was wearing a watch on his left wrist.. An old watch.. the face slightly worn.. the band replaced at some point with a different material than the original.. Dare crouched to his eye level and said "My name is Dare. We're getting you out. You're safe. It's over." The man looked at him for a long moment.. Then said in a voice that hadn't been used for conversation in some time.. rough and careful and entirely disbelieving.. "Over."

“Don't trip over it, Marcus.” Marcus stares at him, his jaw tight, his eyes darting between me and Reid. He looks like he wants to scream, but he forces a tight, awkward laugh. “Yeah. Right. Something new.” Within an hour, the party gets completely out of hand. The center of the hall clears out as a massive crowd forms a circle for a game of high-stakes dare roulette. Someone is spinning a bottle on a neon table, and the kids are throwing down hundred-dollar bills, daring each other to do reckless drinking, dangerous stunts, and spicy dares.

Both had their hands over their mounds and arms covering their boobies, but both their eyes were glued to my thick, semi-hard cock. Meanwhile, Danni looked me right in the eyes as she thrust her chest out. This girl was crazy. "OK," I said. "So how about we just skip the cards and go in a circle for who gets to give the dares, and just like last time spin the bottle for who does the dares?"