I Dare You Book Novels & Stories

Until he said, “Dare.”

It stopped in front of Dash and she grinned. “Truth or Dare?” “Dare,” he answered without delay. She looked around, thinking of something. “I dare you to… to read a book today.” “Never! I will not read a book!” Dash found it hard to read, at first I thought he couldn’t, but I was shocked when he wrote a 100-word composition of himself—perfectly. I mean, you can’t write without knowing how to read. “You have to, you picked dare,” Hilda said, sticking a tongue out at him.

A fucking dare, the glint in her eyes made me realize how serious she is. "Fuck me! Yes! This is a dare, fuck me. Let's see how good you think you are, let's see if you are going to be addictive. Of course you can never be addictive, it is just going to be just once and nothing else. Let's see who loses."

"Sit down. You're crossing the line. It's just a harmless party game, and you're trying to turn it into some kind of prosti—" She caught herself just before she finished her sentence. I raised an eyebrow. "Oh? So you actually do realize how trashy your little game is? Don't get cold feet now. You either put on a show or you drink. Take your pick." The others at the table scrambled to their feet, holding me back and trying to laugh it off as a misunderstanding. Damien shot to his feet, his chest heaving violently as he ranted, "Don't push it. We're all adults here. What's wrong with playing a game that's a little suggestive? It's not like anyone even invited you!"

"Your eyes are saying something completely different from your mouth. You've been staring at my dick from the second I walked in here." Shit. He saw that. Heat flooded my body. I stammered, "Wh-what are you even proud about? It's not like you know anything about pleasing a woman." He stepped closer, hazel eyes darkening. "Are you daring me right now?" My heart slammed against my ribs. All the years of rejection boiled over into something reckless and wild. "Yes," I said, lifting my chin. "I dare you. If you know you've got a working dick, bend me over right now and fuck me.”

Gone were the indoor slippers that had been mine. Oh, Elena, this was such a farce. I set my suitcase down and turned to look at Tracy. "I haven't heard the answer yet. What's the deal with that kid you mentioned?" Tracy's smile hardened. She instinctively let go of Alaric's arm, but he pulled her back and flapped his hand at me dismissively. "It was just a joke, Elena! Don't take it seriously. It was only a game of truth or dare."

That left the floor, a rug, and… nothing else. “Dolly can sit on the floor,” Lena declared, pointing at the carpet. “Your delicate heartbreak butt can handle it.” I opened my mouth to agree — anything to avoid more awkwardness. Then a quiet, deep voice cut in. “The floor is cold.” Jace didn’t even look up fully. He just… patted his knee. My soul left my body. Lena choked on air. Bianca froze. I stared at him like he’d suddenly spoken ancient Greek.

Darius left me alone under the shower with desires I never dreamt of having for a man like him. I stepped out of the shower in Darius's robe, and my eyes caught the bag on the bed. I was skeptical about snooping around it until I saw the small note next to it. “For my little pet.” I rolled my eyes and opened the bag, expecting another one of Darius's uncomfortable dresses, but instead it was a book with a red cover. I pulled it out of the box, and the texture was soft against my palms. It had a faint scent of dust and old paper.

Good girl. With the anxious need of a man who is starving, his mouth slammed down on mine and pinned me against the door. He raised the dress up by placing his hands on my thighs. He whispered, "You know what my dare is?" in between lips. Dazed, I shook my head. His mouth touched my jaw and then moved to my neck. "I dare you to let me fuck you in every room of this my apartment tonight." My heart raced. "What?”

The earth cracked. They stepped back in unison, surprised. One cursed. “I think she’s just started learning,” the smiling one said. “How adorable.” “You want the book,” I spat. It wasn't exactly a question. “We want you,” he corrected. My hand glowed. The book burst open at my hip, pages fluttering, and the symbols I’d only seen in dreams lit up across my skin. They hesitated now. Good. I wasn’t running anymore. I raised my hand again, and this time, the ground answered like thunder. “Come closer,” I said, voice trembling not with fear—but fury. “I dare you.”