Daring Do Novels & Stories

“Third, do something crazy.” She blinked a couple of times and met his gaze. “Crazy?” she repeated. “How crazy?” The left side of his mouth hitched up. “I recommend taking on every dare. Every single one…” Samaire stared at his mouth. What would Dominic dare her to do? What would she dare him to do? A kaleidoscope of sexual images crashed through her mind and she tried to ignore the insistent pull deep in her belly. She abruptly looked away. “Why would I do that? I have no idea what someone’s going to dare me.”

I could hear the excitement in her voice and I chuckled before saying, "Dare." Everyone shouted. I laughed. I've already seen a few rounds of truth or dare, and only now did the bottle hit me, so they were very happy. "That's what we want! Fight!" I heard Benj said before Josh, who was already a bit tipsy, cheered the loudest 'whoo!'. "What do we dare her, guys?" Gibbus asked then turned to her sisters. The woman in a long skirt and shoulder-length red hair immediately raised her hand. She's Crescent. "Meredith Kaye, I dare you to give Rupert a fucking boner!"

From a particular experience, there is one detail that will remain firmly imprinted in my mind forever. The first month we worked together, I made the mistake of going to the hotel gym during a convention and found him sweating and shirtless next to the treadmill. I've never seen such amazing hair on a man, and his face was something any male model would kill for. Newly puffed hair. That's what the ladies below dubbed it, and they claimed it lived up to the name. Remembering him dabbing his chest with his shirt will haunt me always. Naturally, his opening his mouth had ruined the moment

She’s busy talking to the photographers and the woman in a red dress. “She needs a job, that’s all.” My muscles tighten with anger. “You know I don’t trust Gray. You can pull our other connections.” Bash will know the reason why I helped Camila to get a job if I asked him. Aaron Gray has a reputation for women. The rumors said Gray torture women for sex. I don’t really believe any of that shit. Camila works in the designs and she doesn’t have to meet Gray every day. He’s L.A based anyway.

I’d asked, glancing at her, my heart doing that stupid, heavy thud it only ever did for her. She shook her head, a wicked grin pulling at her lips. “No. I want you to do a donut.” I blinked, thinking I’d heard her wrong. “What?” “Find a big empty space and rip a donut. Fast and loud. I want to feel it in my teeth.” She leaned closer, her eyes dancing. “You sure?” “I dare you, Lombardi.” “You really don’t know how fucking dangerous it is to dare me,” I warned, already feeling my foot heavy on the gas.

Ee-fucking-ew! ‘Daring!’ Ibhaan snorts, nodding aggressively. I feel a sensation. His voice holds the same admiration I’d once heard when I told him I was an author. Surprisingly, it’s enough of the adrenaline I need to make a rash decision. I pin him under an icy glare as I speak through gritted teeth. ‘I am daring too. I am not scared of losing.’ ‘Yes you are!’ He mumbles still looking at the booty shorts. ‘I am not!’

I taunt, my words daring him to react. His eyes narrow dangerously, but I smirk, pushing him. Poking the bear. “Go on, get the duct tape. Or better yet, a gag, right? I’m sure you’ve got a whole selection around here.” Dante’s jaw tightens, but his tone remains icy calm, dangerously quiet. “Keep going, little deer. I dare you. One more word, and I’ll bend you over this chair and spank the living shit out of your ass for everyone in this room to see.”

“She doesn’t belong to you. The bounty on her head is enough to make me kill you right here and now.” Dare didn’t flinch. “I don’t care about your bounty or your pathetic little crew. She’s mine.” His voice was calm, mocking. “Why don’t you go back to your sad little pod and stay out of my way? Or is the Pact not paying you enough anymore?” Mark’s jaw tightened, his fury barely contained. The men behind him shifted, their weapons raising slightly, but Dare stood firm. He wasn’t fazed, not even by the sheer number of them.

Dagon threatens, as my entire body shakes wanting to tear him apart for touching our mate. “Now, what is it that you’re so desperate to hide?” Dagon rips Freya’s shirt wide open, causing the buttons to fly off in all directions. Chills run down my spine as I shake my head, angry and afraid of what he is about to do to my mate.

I was afraid, scared even. No, I was terrified of what he was capable of, I mean this is Darren Knight that I'm dealing with. The Darren Knight. The only rogue Alpha in the history of werewolves. You don't get the title of a rogue Alpha by playing Monopoly and Scrabble every Thursday night over a tube of vanilla ice cream.