Daring Do Novels & Stories

Claiming. “…you were already mine the moment you caught my attention.” Amara’s heart slammed against her ribs. Because the way he said it— It didn’t sound like a threat. It sounded like a fact. --- Across the city— Dante was already moving. Fast. Ruthless. Unstoppable. “Find out who took her,” he snapped. One of his men hesitated. “There are… rumors.” Dante’s eyes darkened. “Speak.” “A man resurfaced,” he said carefully. “Someone older. Someone who—”

Dangerous. Patrons and staff of SubTerra used only one word to describe Jon Moretti; dangerous. He was one of many dangerous men who walked through the clandestine establishment, and yet Jon Moretti was the one they warned her about. Career criminals, thieves, arsonists, gang members, murderers… the club was a prestigious hub, built specifically to give these menacing people a place where, ironically, they could feel safe. A place they knew police officers wouldn’t be barging through the door to arrest them, thanks to a low-key business agreement between the owner, Frank Muscovado, and some crooked government officials with the power to sweep the booming business under the rug.

“Okayyyy four years of experience…” With his hacking skills, he decided to run his own more intense background information on Sara so he won't have a miniature version of Mara. Sara was revealed to be a lesbian who was disowned by her mother after a bi-curious bishop daughter accused her of ra*ing her when she was indeed bi-curious and they'd had sex. Somehow somehow, part of her story reminded him of him. Sighing, Dimitri leaned back into his chair, hand on his chin, eyes closed. He let out a loud exhale and picked up the telephone on his table. He dialed the HR team while his fingers flew across his keyboard, typing the draft of his own makeshift cold email.

It burned all the way down my throat and settled in my stomach like a small explosion. “Ugh. Poison,” I muttered. Since I had refused the regular dare, that meant one thing. Spicy dare. I reached for the red deck slowly, like it might bite me. “Alright,” I said reluctantly, flipping the card over. I read the words under my breath first. Then I rubbed my face. “Oh no.” Nero leaned forward eagerly. “What is it?” I sighed and read it out loud. “Flash your… uh… ass hole… to the person to your right.”

“Have you completely lost it? How could you ask such a thing?” Lily looked back at me, “It’s called a dare, Scaredy Cat!” “Precisely,” Neila Dorman cut in. “You made me flash my boobs at Mr Reitman last week, didn’t you? That poor professor almost had a coronary.” “Yeah, but that was just —” I began. “A dare? You’re right. And I did it. This is also a dare.” I swallowed, “I had rather pay up.” “Fine! $20,000,” Lily stated nonchalantly, stretching forth her hand, palm up.

He added in a calmer manner. There was silence for a moment. Kael assumed Dare was thinking. After what seemed like forever, Dare responded with a simple question. "Why?" Dare said, sounding curious instead of threatening. "Are you in some kind of trouble?" Dare continued. There was something ominous in his tone. "Because if you are…” Dare trailed off. “Then you need to leave River Bay as soon as possible," Dare said firmly. "No exceptions." He emphasized the last sentence. Kael sighed. "I am pregnant."

"That this weirdo is spending so much money on you. You haven't met this guy before, but he knows work is hard for you and how stressed you are with all the gossip. He misses your eyes, your beauty." Kali stared at the box. "How many times did you read that card." "Is that what matters now? Listen to me. This guy can be dangerous. If he is making fantasies in his head and convincing himself that there is a relationship between the two of you. He could do something dangerous one of these days." Kali seemed to understand where he was going. She immediately shifted from sceptical to worried. He didn't want to scare her, but it was something that they had to address.

she playfully whispered. "Are you heading to Paige?" Bree suddenly stood up and approached Denise. "Count me in, this place is getting dull." "Sure…" Denise agreed, glancing at Bree before giving Jake another quick look. With the absence of the women, Daxon finally spoke up, "That's why I avoid falling in love – it disrupts life. Women like them create chaos in the group." Jeru grinned in agreement, "True. I'm the actor here, but it seems like I've been watching a scene from a movie all along," he chuckled.

"Imagine being able to travel anywhere in the world in the blink of an eye. It would be amazing." I nodded, still smiling. "Interesting choice,” I said. "Okay so, now it's your turn. Truth or Dare?" Ava grinned. "Dare," she said. "Bring it on." I thought for a moment. "Okay, I dare you to run as far as you can into the sand and then stop on a dime and do a cartwheel." Ava's eyes lit up at the dare. "You're on… but I haven't done a cartwheel in years."

Lea was delighted to hear that and quickly introduced herself, "Thank you so much. I'm Lea. I apologize for being bold earlier, asking for your contact from my friend Amanda. She said you might be able to help with my issue. Oh, yes, this concerns the masquerade party last Saturday." The voice on the other end, supposedly Daisy according to Amanda, responded promptly, "Oh, Amanda's friend, right? Sure, what can I help you? I am one of the organizers of the event.” "That's right, Daisy. I was at the event. Can I find out information about another participant just based on the costume they wore?" Lea asked cautiously, unsure if her question might violate the organizers' confidentiality rules.