Daring Do Novels & Stories

Her wide blue eyes had betrayed a flicker of fear, but there was something else—defiance. Most people wilted under pressure, but she didn’t. She fought it, which made her dangerous and intriguing. The night stretched on as I waited in the penthouse, the silence heavy and oppressive. Rory hadn’t called yet, but I knew it was only a matter of time. A knock at the door broke my thoughts. “Boss?” I turned to see Rory, my most trusted enforcer, approaching from the shadows. His thick frame moved with surprising stealth for a man his size.

A fucking dare, the glint in her eyes made me realize how serious she is. "Fuck me! Yes! This is a dare, fuck me. Let's see how good you think you are, let's see if you are going to be addictive. Of course you can never be addictive, it is just going to be just once and nothing else. Let's see who loses."

She took a sip of it, patting her chest to ease her frantic heartbeat. Her eyes squinted in the darkness and she turned on the bedside lamp then looked sideways at Ethan. "You're awake?" Ethan turned and opened his eyes. "Is it the nightmare, Eve?" Eve sighed and slowly nodded. "I told you to stop worrying about it. He can't do anything." "We're not sure, Ethan." Eve shifted and rested on his arm. "That man is dangerous, we must be wary of him." "He can't do anything," Ethan repeated, caressing her bump. "I'll make sure he never comes near you."

She adjusted herself and arched forward on the chair, staring uncomfortably at Elena as she said "Let's begin", "So Lorraine, you won the game night, so we'll start with you. Truth or dare", Elena asked "Truth", "Is your boyfriend secretly rich?" Elena went right off the bat. Immediately Lorraine became greatly uncomfortable and tried to change her pick, "Dare. I meant to say "Dare," she quickly defended

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The sentence carried a dare inside it. Elara felt that dare under her skin when she rose. The coat she had hung by the stove still smelled like river air and old rope. She made herself eat, because Lena put bread in her hands and because surviving the day sometimes began with small obedience. Damien arrived with his hair damp and his grin dry. “Your little stroll is already a market tale,” he said, tossing a gray flyer onto the table. Cassidy’s ink: Silence is not fear—it is strength. The paper was slick from fog, but the letters held like iron.

I inquired, having known they are up to something. They shared a look before Jayden and Jaymes voiced at the same time, "Here comes our second dare. Kiss our Mummy." The rest joined and together they chirp on the top of their voices. Wait, are they even aware of how a dare is been played or its pros and cons?

Eric says, “I’m not doing anything to jeopardize my marriage to Cynthia.” “No one is asking you to,” Matt says, joining the persuasion. He and Max have obviously worked the details out amongst themselves. “Make contact. That doesn’t mean fuck or even touch.” He shakes his head with a laugh. “Well, contact... no. Talk to, get a phone number, have a conversation. Unlike the show, the dare is not for all of us. One of us needs to be the judge. That, my man,” he says to Eric, the groom-to-be, “is you. Max, Trevor, and I are the ones who have to do the dare. You choose the one who wins and the other two pay for this entire weekend...hotel rooms, drinks, and all.” I can’t help but think that the o

I must not have been paying attention because my little brothers were all grown up. They sat there confidently as they told me that they had plans to have their way with me. I started getting butterflies as my mind started racing again. This whole time, I thought I was outsmarting them, but it was obvious that they outsmarted me. "You don't get to ask me questions unless you dare me to answer that question," I quipped, knowing that he wouldn't waste his dare on a question. Neither of them would waste a dare.