How Dare You Stand Where He Stood Gif Novels & Stories

It burned all the way down my throat and settled in my stomach like a small explosion. “Ugh. Poison,” I muttered. Since I had refused the regular dare, that meant one thing. Spicy dare. I reached for the red deck slowly, like it might bite me. “Alright,” I said reluctantly, flipping the card over. I read the words under my breath first. Then I rubbed my face. “Oh no.” Nero leaned forward eagerly. “What is it?” I sighed and read it out loud. “Flash your… uh… ass hole… to the person to your right.”

I glared at him in reply not saying a word, but he ignored me as he turned to the security personnel, “Now get lost!” He said huskily and they flinched at his words before nodding nervously as they rushed out through the dare as fast as their legs could take them. Damian's cold sight never let them until the security was out of his sight.

Like a statue, I stood still. What the fuck did he just do?

Grim POV There was something suspicuousbabout this tall tattooed man standing in front of me with a courageous poker smile. Like I could feel that he did not mean well for me. He did not even try to respect me like the others do. “Get out,” I repeated for the second time in a row. He remained there with a poker smile, like he was daring me to do my worst. My eyes scanned his face and whole body and darted to Hunter, who was watching him.

In other words, he was a tough competitor, so she was doubtful that she would be able to leave without hurting herself. “That kind of humiliation isn’t something you just forget. You would remember it too if you were in my shoes.” Standing back up, he was now hovering above her. With a huge figure standing right before her, she began to feel a little suffocated. Just like that, the two of them remained their stance without budging. After a while, he said calmly, “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you. You’re not my target.” Thereafter, he turned around with his back facing her. He simply wanted to scare her a little as he wouldn’t go too far for Myra’s sake.

“Dude, what the fuck? That’s too far. We’re not—” “Dare is dare,” Dylan cut him off, already reaching for the bottom of my hoodie. “You picked it, Danny. Now Strip.”

“But today, you don’t have to.” I couldn’t help laughing. “People will think you’re crazy.” “That’s their problem.” I laughed harder. “You really don’t care what people think, do you?” He shook his head. “Not particularly.” I hesitated for another second before carefully climbing onto his back. He stood up effortlessly. I let out a surprised laugh as my arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders to steady myself. “This is embarrassing.” “For you.” “For both of us.” “I disagree.” He adjusted his hold slight

He had recorded me, and he had sent it out, and my face was on every phone in that room, and he had made absolutely certain that his own face appeared nowhere in it. "Alright Brentford, let's move to the final dare," the host said, attempting to restore some order to the room. Graham stood up from where he had positioned himself near the wall, completely unhurried, and raised one hand toward the host. "My bad. I forgot to complete my dare. I'll go do that right now." The room laughed warmly, because of course they would give him such privilege, because he was Graham Hartway and power was its own permission slip, nobody in that building was going to tell him no.

“lets do this!” I tsked, standing up. “you are on.”