Dauntless Novelas e Histórias

“What does he look like?” Anja queried, attempting to ignore the raise of Sienna’s perfectly manicured eyebrows as petite hands nudged an empty glass in Anja’s direction. “I’m not your damn sommelier.” “Uh, tall, muscular, shaved head, brown eyes, nose that looks like it’s been punched a few times…” She trailed off, taking a tentative sip of her wine in an attempt to stop herself. She could’ve talked about the dimple buried between the bristles of his chin or the gentle bow outlining his ruddy upper lip, about his broad, rugged hands or the deep, chiseled lines etched beneath the fabric of his shirt, but the disgusted look breaching Sienna’s ivory skin snapped her back to reality. Elford’s w

“Ryder Rowan. You have until the end of this semester. Break me. Scare me. Make me regret the day I ever stepped foot into Blackridge. Do whatever it takes to make me surrender.” A thick pause stretched between us. His hand was still around my throat. His body was still pressed to mine. Water and paint mixed on our clothes. Neither of us moved. “But,” I continued, voice low and clear, “if I survive everything you throw at me and still refuse to leave…you will kneel before the entire university and admit that for the first time in your life, you have met someone you cannot break. Someone you cannot scare. And someone you will never control.” I held his stare and delivered the final line like

REMOTE LOCKDOWN INITIATED. Adrian grabbed the handle. Locked. He examined the keypad. “Someone's controlling the system.” Nora reached into her Survival Space for the wrench. Her heartbeat thundered. They were trapped. The security screens suddenly went black. One by one, they switched back on. Every monitor displayed the same image. A white symbol. D-17. Static crackled through the ceiling speakers. Then a man's voice filled the room. Calm. Deep. Almost amused. “Nora Vale.” She went completely still. The voice continued. “You've been very difficult to find.”

“Seriously though, why are you suddenly everywhere Randy is? What changed, hope this time around it won't be a dare or just for fun.?” The table suddenly went quiet, and a little awkward Carlson paused, he didn’t avert his eyes, but something careful entered his tone, like he was picking each word. “There are things happening you don’t see yet,” he said. “When you do… I’d rather you’re not standing alone.” The sentence hit Randy’s stomach like cold water. He could feel butterflies in his stomach but deep down he feared it would be another dare but then he spoke to himself. "sometimes it's worth taking the risk" well no one heard cause the voice was in his head.

🌹 Aurora 🌹 Aurora tightened the straps on her gear, her fingers steady despite the storm of nerves brewing in her chest. The weight of their mission pressed on her shoulders, but she forced herself to remain focused. They had no room for mistakes. Across the dimly lit safehouse room, Damien stood with Lena, finalizing the defensive strategy. His expression was hard, unreadable, but she knew him well enough to sense the tension coiling beneath the surface. This was a risk—splitting up meant vulnerability. But they had no choice.

Safehouse — Dawn A thin, pale light seeped through the cracks in the metal hatch overhead. Lena sat on the edge of the bunk, her knees drawn to her chest, staring at the floor. Neither man slept. Elias leaned against the far wall, arms crossed tightly, jaw set. Alexander sat on the opposite bunk, watching Lena with an expression that flickered constantly — love, guilt, longing, fear. Rhea had gone topside to scout. The prototype paced the perimeter of the room, low growls rumbling in its throat.

My breathing was shallow and my steps were light, so I heard them. Two voices came from a room at the end of the hallway, urgent yet quiet. I crept closer, pressing myself into the darkness. "...he will survive this," Cruella growled. "He won't," said another, scathingly assured. "No one lives through the Dreadmoor." My blood turned to ice. The Dreadmoor? My heart thumped as I edged closer. Cruella spoke again, "What do you think will happen if he doesn't return? The pack will not—"

I would not. Kael's lips parted a little, as if he were about to say something, but then he did something unexpected: he smiled faintly, though it was dangerous, calculating, and full of mystery. He said softly, "You are... daring." "And maybe, for the first time, someone has made me rethink what I thought I knew. But Nova, be careful. Being brave isn't enough. Courage is weak without understanding. And defiance... defiance without a plan can be deadly.

My heart pounds in my chest when a woman’s silhouette reveals. “You’re finally awake, sweetheart. You must be hungry,” says the petite woman. She has the softest voice I’ve ever heard, but there is something in her voice that makes me shiver. “Where am I? Who are you?” I ask in a wary tone. “Our home. We’re finally together, Camila,” says the woman, takes a step inside, and closes the door behind her. The room goes black again. I freeze in my place as fear takes over me. I squirm, hugging myself tighter, lowering my face on my knees, and waiting for what comes next. My limbs shake the moment I sense her nearness.

I kept hitting him insanely until Daniel back was slammed hard against mirror wall ‘CRACK..... CRACK... Clankxxxx........... CRACK......’ entire wall mirror got shattered into sharp piercing piece Daniel entire face by now had turned into deeper shade or purple and blue, thin streams of blood was oozing out from his forehead , hands and neck... however my anger was not calmed, I was here with intent to kill this motherfucker.... As Daniel struggled to stand up on his feet’s I mercilessly pulled him up by his collars and roughly pushed him down in front of my stepmother, by witnessing the fearful look in her eyes I could tell she herself was scared to death....