If You Dare Book Novels & Stories

Sorry girl, you are going to be disappointed "You still suck at giving good dares... I can easily text him back to say it wasn't meant for him" "Doesn't matter, he might think you are lying." "Am texting him to clarify things right now And Done. My Turn!" I said with a smirk and continued. " I dare you to go to a strip club, pay your way into climbing their stage or whatever it takes and do a strip dance. Of course, I would make a video while you do that" I am so getting the dare money.

I shifted my position on the bed so I could face everyone and motioned for them to change positions as well. Damon and Tiger went to sit by my left while Precious, Nate, and Richmond sat on my right. "I believe everyone here knows how to play the truth or dare game," I began, my voice low as I asked them the question, not exactly waiting for an answer. "There are some rules that you need to follow. Whoever picks a dare but does not want to do it will pay 800 bucks." "Okay, we get it. So who wants to go first?" Nate asked, glancing at everyone with a raised brow.

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.

The company was preparing to host a major client from Qamaria. So, I pulled three straight all-nighters to put together a flawless reception plan. Unfortunately, I made a critical mistake in the middle of all that work. I completely forgot about the Qamarians' restrictions regarding the consumption of pork. By the time I realized my blunder, the menu featuring roast suckling pig had already been submitted to the catering department and could no longer be recalled. I slumped at my desk, my back drenched in cold sweat. If the client took offense, not only would the $300 million contract fall through, but I'd likely also be blacklisted by the entire industry. Just as I despaired and opened

"My daughter met an accident and she's still in therapy, her engagement is near and that's what I need you for. You just need to attend the engagement dinner and maybe go out with Ethan sometimes. Just for six months." "What if someone will exposed me? This is a fraudulent activity, Madame." I pointed out. It's risky thing to gamble on things like this. Is this what the secretary said earlier? No, no matter how tempting it is I will not pretend to be someone I am not. I will prove that my name is worth it. I will never put my name in shame. I will never be like my mother.

“Have you completely lost it? How could you ask such a thing?” Lily looked back at me, “It’s called a dare, Scaredy cat!” “Precisely,” Neila Dorman cut in. “You made me flash my boobs at Mr Reitman last week, didn’t you? That poor professor almost had a coronary.” “Yeah, but that was just —” I began. “A dare? You’re right. And I did it. This is also a dare.” I swallowed, “I'd rather pay up.” “Fine! $20,000,” Lily stated nonchalantly, stretching forth her hand, palm up.

Kira’s body jolted forward now, and she raised her hips up, hoping that his hand would graze her pussy and she would feel a tiny relief, but Alex pulled his finger away, spanking her thighs gently. “Such a desperate little whore. Moan for me.” He spanked her boobs now, dragging the nipples before fondling them again. “Arghhhhhhhhhh!!!” The raw, sharp moan slipped past her lips, echoing through the bar. Kira’s heart tightened, and a feeling of fear slipped into her. What if Damian heard? What if Ryker came down? What if? The fear she was feeling now suddenly turned into forbidden need. What if they came down and joined… what if?

“But we play in the library room. Come on.” A cheer went up. We stepped into a large room filled with old books. The floor was covered in rich carpets, and fifteen of us sat in a circle. The game began. The dares started small. A kiss on the cheek. A shot of expensive liquor. Then they grew. A girl in green was dared to suck a man’s cock for three minutes right there in the circle. My breath caught.

Rebecca seemed to understand and called out, "Cindy, truth or dare?" Cindy never moved an inch, but simply breathed out, "Dare." I gently stroked her back as I considered the best way to get her worked up again. As I was thinking about this, Alicia shot in, "Cindy, I dare you to give Bobbie a hickey on both her ass cheeks."

The room exploded in gasps and cheers. “Oh, she finally said it!” Kim whooped. “Ladies and gentlemen, mark the date. October 10th Mimi dared herself into trouble!” Tasha clasped her hands like a villain in a soap opera. “Okay. My dare for you…” she said slowly, drawing out the suspense just to torture me, “…is simple.” “Simple?” I repeated. “Yes. When we go to the club later, you must—” she paused, eyes glittering mischievously, “sleep with the first stranger you meet.”