I Dare You Book 소설 & 이야기

"Are you daring me?" Jasira swallowed her lump as she fisted her hand against her thighs, her brain was raging with her heart, and the words at the tip of her tongue would ruin her if spoken. She bite hard on her lower lips until a coppery metallic liquid filled her mouth. When she glanced up to look at him, she did the worst thing. "Dare? The devil, never." Her inner broke into pieces when a dark terror-filled chuckle vibrated through the room. She dare not look at who it belonged to. Her leg weakened when she felt her hair being moved from her face and a cold hand replaced them.

Lydia's POV The dares were fucking hilarious! The bottle spinned again and it stopped on me and Henry. I didnt notice him until now. I looked at him and he had a smirk on his face. That asshole! "I know you dont have guts choosing for dare. So, i woul-" i cut him off immediately. "You dont know anything about me asshole! So please stop judging people! I am taking dare" i told him firmly. "Okay then Lydia. I dare you to kiss Alex. I mean to kiss him on his lips" he told me and looked at Alex. His eyes were wide. Mine were the same.

“Just say one more word. I dare you.” “Or what, Damon?” I whispered.

He draw nearer to her, towering over her little frame. She wasn’t gonna cower away from him this time, no. She looked up and stared straight directly at him, to the windows of his soul. It was now or never. “I dare you, Alpha Andrin.” She spoke with authority in her voice, “I dare you to fall in love with a useless dormant wolf like me.” They held their stare, both stubborn enough to not look away. Their breaths mingled from the close proximity but not once did they thought of pulling away. They were testing and challenging each other.

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LAMIA Ten minutes later, the four of us, I had grabbed Kira on the way, sat in my room. Mike and Kel were looking a little more than awkward. I assumed they thought we were going to have a “talk” about what happened Friday night. “Here,” I said and tossed the old leather book to Kellen who was propped on the end of my bed, “Turn to page 123. And read it out loud so everyone can hear.” He flipped the pages until he came to the right one and then began to read aloud the same passage I had read. There was an eerie silence in the room when he had finished until Mike broke it.

In an eerily calm voice, I asked, "Aren't we playing Truth or Dare, Ms. Stuart? I chose dare, so I picked someone to carry out the dare with. What's wrong with that?" "Why, you…" Whitney trembled hard, so outraged that she could barely speak. "How dare you choose to accept that dare? What gives you the audacity? You could've just accepted the punishment instead! Who the hell do you think you are?" "Hm?" I raised a brow, my tone mocking. "So you do know the rules of this game, then? Which means you could've conceded earlier and taken three penalty shots instead. So why did you choose to go ahead with the dare? Are the rules of the game different when it comes to you?"

I wonder why she is so obsessed with getting married to Joshua. “Unlike you, I have no intention to rush into marriage. The thought of getting married to the love of my life might be the best thing,” I pause and turn to Ashford, whose eyes are unreadable. This man….. Why can’t I read his thoughts? “But we’ve decided to take things slow.” Grandma Danny is fast to intervene before Liana escalates the matter any further. “Liana Darling, you’re the oldest and so you’re getting married first.” That seems to bring a smile to Liana’s face.

I finally decided to write my first book. And honestly, it feels like stepping into a room I’ve always been daydreaming of but never dared to enter. The beginning might not be perfect. Still a little rough around the edges, but I promise, it only gets better. This story dives deep into a dark, addictive romance. One that’s brutal, steamy, and emotionally intense. Inside, you’ll find a captive romance, enemies-to-lovers tension, obsession, lust, second chances, betrayal, drama, a dangerously possessive antihero, and forbidden power.

The day after I proposed to my fiancée, she sent me a message out of nowhere saying it was over. I called her over and over, frantic, but she hung up every time. I sent message after message, and she read every one without replying. I even went looking for her, but she was nowhere to be found. It was not until I collapsed onto the couch, completely drained and white as a sheet, that I finally saw a new social media post from her childhood friend. [Only Ellery would actually go through with it. She drew the dare to dump her fiancé cold—no explanation, nothing—and she really did it. Absolute legend!] I read it, then replied to her message: [Got it.]