Drop The Towel Challenge Novels & Stories

Dylan said while coming out of the washroom. Adira turned back to look at him after hearing his voice. Her eyes went wide with shock. He was only in towel. His body was still wet. The water drops falling from his hair and then to his face sliding down on his body. One drop of water that was sliding down from his face to his neck caught Adira's attention. She was looking at that drop without blinking her eye for once. The drop was sliding down in every second. Sliding down from his chest it reached to his towel that was ties on his lower body. The drop get absorbed inside the towel and Adira slightly opened her mouth after looking that drop got absorbed in the towel.

Kaiden proposed. “Okay, what’s the challenge?” I asked, now excited, as my body started to get used to the water temperature. “Whoever gets behind the waterfall curtain first wins,” Kaiden explained the rules. “Easy, and what’s the bet?” I asked, full of confidence in my swimming ability. “Whoever wins gets to ask the loser for anything,” Kaiden replied, his eyes drifting to my chest as he raised both eyebrows. I quickly covered myself. “Okay! Game on! 1-2-3! Go!” I shouted and started swimming without waiting for Kaiden to get ready.

Instructing me how to position myself, and when to move, dodge, drop, kick, punch, twist, jump… My entire body is sore and I literally watch, my hands on my knees, as a drop of sweat falls from my face and splashes onto the mat. I go to wipe my face, but my hand is slick too. “Here.” A white towel is tossed at me, and I catch it against my chest, looking up to see Alpha Tate watching me. “Thanks.” I murmur and straighten up, pressing the entire towel against my face and exhale against it. It smells like him.

A small plaque stood at the edge, with neatly carved words: “Touch-Point Challenge: Trust, Sensation, and Connection. Complete the challenge together to move forward.” I exhaled sharply. “Great. What now?” Damien grinned, his fingers grazing my wrist. “Let’s find out.” We moved forward and saw another plaque: 1st Challenge: Skin-to-Skin—Hold each other close, no barriers, no hesitation. Maintain full-body contact for 60 seconds. I blinked before nodding, “Okay, this is easy when it’s you.”

Tor had a grin on his face. “You two both shake hands.” Tor offered a handshake first. “Good luck, girl.” “You, too.” Her voice was lacking confidence, but I knew she could win this. Lyon got in the middle. “This challenge has no time limit. You only have three submissions to allow yourselves to take a ten-second break.” “Got it,” Shadow said. “Did she really get it?” Duke asked me. “I bet my twenty for her. She has to win the challenge.” “Okay, ready?” Lyon asked.

Still, I wasn’t about to pass up the chance to wash away the night before. I stepped under the lukewarm spray, scrubbing my hair with the pathetic excuse of a soap bar, feeling it dissolve in my hands like a tragic love story. Whatever. It worked. The water ran down my back, soothing, cleansing, resetting me, even if it was just for a moment. But then—problem. No. Freaking. Towel. Panic set in. I froze mid-motion, my wet fingers hovering in the air. My towel was folded neatly outside, right where I’d left it—in the room. Where Aiden could walk in at any second.

Very lightly, he placed his palm on my tightly closed fist that clasped my towel securely around me. “Let go of the towel,” he commanded softly, which I didn’t hesitate in doing. He spread the towel on the tiled floor and looked at Gage, who nodded that he was ready to continue with the video. He squatted and patted the fluffy pink fabric. “Kneel down on the towel and get on all fours.”

In the end, only three balloons were popped after twenty seconds passed. They managed to receive seventeen thousand dollars! After receiving the wedding gift money, Natasha took out a few screaming chicken toys. She said, "This is the last challenge. Two people will be assigned to one team. One person will be lying down with the screaming chicken placed on top of him, and the other person will be doing push-ups above him. The push-up will only be counted if the screaming chicken toy produces a loud scream. Each team has to do twenty push-ups! Else, you all need to pay one thousand dollars for each push-up as punishment!"

He asks me as he tries to tug the towel away from me. I refuse to let Ward grab the towel away from me but he is much stronger than I am. Suddenly the towel is ripped from my body and Ward takes several steps back holding it out of my reach. "Ward," I whine as I push my bottom lip out in a little pout. "Please give me the towel back." Dropping the towel to the ground, Ward takes several steps towards me and growls. "Never." I cross my arms over my chest and try to cover the ridiculous outfit that I have on. "I made a mistake putting this on and I didn't have time to change."

“Bet you’d love to watch, wouldn’t you? Creep. Mr. Buttons, we can’t let him see us naked. Quick, to the kitchen!” I thrust my glass in the air like a sword. “Operation Towel Shield is a go!” Mr. Buttons barked. Agreement? Confusion? Didn’t matter. I grabbed a kitchen towel and scanned the room. Chair? No. Barstool? No. Both. “Yes. Perfect.” I stacked the chair on top of the barstool, still gripping my drink with one hand. The chair scraped across the floor as I dragged the whole wobbly mess toward the bathroom.