Daring Do Novels & Stories

Her words stuns me, but I cannot tell if I'm to be angry or in wonder; How can someone so fragile fear no death? “So be it!” I flared, unsheathing my claws to strike. I've never been one to harm the weak, but I cannot show weakness and risk the peace. Whoever is behind this needs to know I'm not fool to be played with. “ My Lord!” Darius, my Beta, calls rushing towards me. My hand stops just a few inches from her chest, my claws almost piercing her bare skin. “May I have a word with you in private, my Lord?” Darius ask, panting as he moves to me.

He kept moving my hips, slow and steady, dragging out every lingering sensation, making me tremble again and again as my clit brushed against the length of him. It was overwhelming—in the most perfect way imaginable. My very first orgasm, my first taste of what pleasure was truly supposed to feel like, and it had been brought to life by none other than Dante Gallo. The same man people whispered about, feared, warned others to stay far away from. He was dangerous, powerful—possibly the most feared man in the entire city, if not the country. Yet right now, he was my anchor, the one person making me feel like I was untouchable and treasured all at once.

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.

But as the alcohol flowed and inhibitions lowered, the questions and dares got progressively more intense. Someone was dared to make out with a stranger for thirty seconds. Another person had to confess the wildest place they'd ever had sex. A girl was dared to remove her top and dive into the pool topless. Through it all, I kept stealing glances at Drasa, watching her reactions. She looked simultaneously fascinated and horrified by what was happening around her, like she couldn't believe she was part of this scene. When the bottle spun and landed on a guy, he immediately chose dare with the kind of confidence that suggested he'd been hoping for this moment.

humiliating, dangerous. She stares at me head on, eyes narrowed in disgust. “Dare.” She plays right into my hands. Truth would’ve been interesting, asking her a deep, dark, personal question, but dare, dare is what I live for. “I dare you to climb up to the rafters where Seraphina was found after you killed her.”

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.

How dare you lie to me. l

LEMUEL’S WORDS INTRIGUED Michael and he paid rapt attention to him. “Consider me a schoolboy right now.” He said lightly, eliciting a slight chuckle from him. “Well, here we go. One day two young women decided to play a dark supernatural game called the last dare.” “Hmm.” “Yeah. So in this game, they must give each other a life-changing dare.” “That is reckless.” “I agree. One’s dare was to frame a guy for pregnancy and follow it through to the end.”

"Fair." My options were limited. No Miranda, no Nicole. I couldn't send him at Sarah for Matt's sake either after the last couple of dares and our current predicament, and I didn't want to fuck Tom over again since he was going to have his turn next and could turn it right back around on me. There was really only one option. "Alright. This is me making amends, you two. Tom, I dare you to fuck Tiff in her favourite position. This is my apology dare for denying you earlier."

"It's where all the important alphas hang out. There's a pool table, a poker table, a bar, a TV and various other luxuries." "I think I know what the dare will be," Marea mutters after thinking for a while, and when I turn to look at her I think I can deduce it perfectly just from the look on her face, "Let's go in there at night and steal something. Whoever gets the most dangerous object wins." I think about it for a bit, because it sounds fun, but also way too risky. But that's what I wanted, isn't it? To replace the pain with adrenaline. So I tell Marea that I accept the dare.