Daring Do Novels & Stories

Nothing new. Cara Nieman was dared to pole dance. Patricia Coleman was dared to give Andrew Sanders a lap dance to Rihanna’s Work. Kate Olives was dared to tongue kiss a girl of her choice and she picked Zara Beige, the cow. Brie Davidson was dared to strip off five things from her body, for someone who wore nothing but a black flimsy see-through mini dress, you can probably guess how that went down. My sister, Summer was dared to imitate having sex with a boy of her choice and she chose Collins. Zachary rejected all of his dares with the label that “he had a fiancé” hence, he drank a shot of whiskey instead. A sweet gentleman he was, and he remained so until his end.

Men! The next one to be dared is Donald by Vinle. “Imitate the moves of famous people or cartoon characters that I will say, don't worry because I will only make you imitate three people/characters” ***

"Again? You've heard that story a hundred times." "But we like it," Emily insisted. Emma glanced at Ace, who stood in the doorway, smiling. "Alright. Once upon a time, your mommy went to a party she didn't want to attend." "Because Aunt Lola made you go," Zander interrupted. "That's right. And at that party, there was a dare." "What's a dare?" Emily asked, even though she knew. "It's when someone challenges you to do something brave or silly. And your daddy's friends dared him to spend the night with the next girl who walked through the door."

5 YEARS LATER. Vega POV. "I dare you to hit the casino tonight. We need to waste some money" Andrianna said, her hair bouncing as she jumped excitedly. I glanced up from the paperwork in front of her, then shook my head. "I'm busy and I have to get this done before tomorrow so I won't be taking that dare". Andrianna rolled her eyes. "Chicken" she muttered under her breath and I looked up at her in exasperation.

Bastard. “Six thousand, nine hundred and sixty-nine.” She watched as his lips pulled downward and then he looked at her with curiosity. “He really liked eating pussy, Mr. Matrone. Even this situation right now,” she waved to her short clad lower half, “wouldn’t have stopped him. He was a different individual.” Delfina took pride in the fact she made the great Furio Matrone look like he was ready to toss his cookies. Score one for Delfina. She mentally patted her shoulder. He quickly regrouped. “Well, in the safe there is some information I need. I appreciate the code. I am quite disappointed you removed the heir to the family.” He looked her over as he considered the fact, she mentioned she

The company was preparing to host a major client from Qamaria. So, I pulled three straight all-nighters to put together a flawless reception plan. Unfortunately, I made a critical mistake in the middle of all that work. I completely forgot about the Qamarians' restrictions regarding the consumption of pork. By the time I realized my blunder, the menu featuring roast suckling pig had already been submitted to the catering department and could no longer be recalled. I slumped at my desk, my back drenched in cold sweat. If the client took offense, not only would the $300 million contract fall through, but I'd likely also be blacklisted by the entire industry. Just as I despaired and opened

Elon muttered. I grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet my eyes. Elon went rigid at the touch. "Listen to me very carefully. Douglas Chen is dangerous. He's suspected of trafficking, money laundering, and at least three murders. If he discovers you're working for me, he won't just kill you. He'll make it slow." I released his chin. "So you need to be perfect. Can you do that?" Elon rubbed his jaw, glaring at me. "Why do you care if I die? You could just find another con artist."

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.

He takes a step closer. I step back, hitting the table. Nowhere to go. "April West." He tests the name, rolling it over his tongue like he's tasting wine. Like he's memorizing it. His gaze drops to my mouth, still swollen from his kiss, and something dark and hungry flashes across his face. "Do you know who I am, April West?" I shake my head frantically. "No. No, I swear. I just needed the money. It was a stupid dare. I'll leave. I'll never come back. I'll—"

This time, it landed on Brenda again for a dare. A sophomore girl laughed, trying to break the ice. "Okay, Brenda! I dare you to make out with a boy of your choice in this circle right now!" The crowd immediately started chanting, "Make out! Make out!" Brenda smirked, her confidence returning. She scanned the circle, and her eyes locked onto Richard sitting on a bean bag away from us, looking good and completely detached from the game. Brenda stood up, walking confidently over to him. The crowd went wild, enjoying the cheer. I smiled at her.