Double Dare Trigger Happy Novels & Stories

A red lollipop unwraps from its sheath and waves from Davie to me. My heart almost stops when it pauses on Davie, and I'm thankful it isn't me. Regrettably, I wanted Davie to accept the dare to avoid being asked to do it. I'm terror-struck when Davie walks away, too afraid to take on the dare. As the door closes behind her. I exchange an awkward look with Amber. I'm desperate to be a part of the cheerleading team; however, degrading myself for it, I will never do that.

The dares had grown wild, the truths edged with danger, and the crowd wanted blood or passion, whichever came first. “Bliss,” a voice called. “Your turn. Truth or dare?” I smiled slowly, savoring the way both Liam and Kharo leaned forward without even realizing it. “Dare.” The warrior who asked looked nervous, then grinned wickedly. “I dare you… to sit on the lap of the man you most want to claim you tonight.” The room exploded into whistles and cheers. My pulse beat hard, but my expression never faltered. I rose, moving with deliberate slowness, every eye tracking me. My gaze flicked between Liam smug, expectant and Kharo, tense, unreadable and dangerous.

“No, bitch. It’s truth or dare. With stakes.” “What kind of stakes?” I asked warily. Kassandra held up her phone, where a notepad app read: > No skips. No soft dares. No safe truths. If you back out, you do a body shot off a stranger downstairs. Or kiss the bouncer. Or… fúck someone Your choice.> My soul left my body and before I could blink, the bottle spun. “Okay, Cass…” Davina said, licking her lips as it stopped. “I dare you to—” She leaned in, grinning with devilish glee. “—let this guy eat sushi off your stomach. Blindfolded.”

It's Valentine's Day, and I'm at my desk at the county courthouse when my fiancee, Shelby Smith, walks in to get a marriage license with her male best friend, Liam Pearson. She slides her ID across the counter and offers a casual excuse. "Rowen, don't be mad. I lost a game of Truth or Dare. The penalty is being married to Liam for just one day. I'm bringing him back tomorrow for a divorce." Liam, who has a woman's jacket draped on his shoulders, pipes up with a snide grin. "I don't think Rowen is going to process this for us. After all, he's always had a problem with me. I just don't get men—" Before he can finish, I slam the official stamp down on their application form. "Why wouldn't I?

Later that day ….. “Dada!” Hailey squealed incoherently as she saw Darell walk in through the door, Jenna and Quinn turned towards the entrance immediately, Jenna slowly let her down her legs, Hailey raced towards Darell immediately. “Dada dada,” she kept running repeatedly as she ran unsteadily towards Darell. “Aww my sweetheart,” he said as he squatted immediately and stretched out his hands to her, she ran into it giggling excitedly as he carried her up and swirled her around.

Chapter Four: Zara didn't sleep. She sat on the edge of her bed until three in the morning with her phone in her hand, staring at the same eleven words until they stopped looking like words at all and just became shapes, cold and meaningless, except they weren't meaningless, that was the whole problem. She read them so many times she could probably recite them backward. Careful who you trust, Zara. Ethan Blake's not the first golden boy who liked to slum it with the campus disaster for a while. Ask around about what happened two years ago, too. Some of us remember. All of it.

Just a little… nothing serious. I picked up my phone and downloaded ALLURE. My hand trembled as I stared at the app icon for what felt like forever. Just a look. Just to see… I didn’t even have to talk to anyone. I tapped it open with a shaky breath. The registration asked for name, age, location… marital status. I hesitated before tapping ‘Single’. If I was going to explore this, even just a little, I’d need that freedom. No one has to know.

he asked. “No, just tell me what makes you happy Daniel?" I repeated. “You do Scarlett. You make me happy," he responded. "Hmmm, you must think this is a joke, right?” I looked at him. "No, I'm being serious Scarlett. You are the only thing that makes me happy. I'm just here to see you and ask if you need anything so I—” “Do you really think I would ever give you another chance?" “You can try Scarl please. I'm dying without you."

I'd make her pay for looking. The dares got dirtier, the air thickening with tension and laughter. Jake, some bro from the team, drew: "Let someone in the group give you a hickey. Anywhere visible—and make noise." He picked Madison, who crawled over, sucking on his neck like a vampire, her teeth grazing as he groaned loud. "Ah, fuck—harder!" The mark bloomed purple, and the group clapped. "That's gonna show tomorrow, dude!" Tessa spun to me. "Dare, birthday boy." Card: "Give a lap dance to anyone but your girlfriend. Make it grindy."

“Joy, truth or dare?” “Dare.” “I dare you to balance mom’s favorite crystal vase on your head for fifteen seconds.” “Julian!” “A dare is a dare, Princess.” “Ugh, fine.” She went to get the vase. I was so nervous! Scarlett loved that vase more than anything. If we broke it, she might kill us. Joy took a deep breath and placed the vase on her head as we all counted. It wobbled a little bit and then actually fell off her head when there were three seconds left. Julian dove to the ground and caught it!