If You Dare Novels & Stories

He chose truth, and as usual, I played safe. I didn't know how, but the bottle ended up pointing at me again. “Truth or Dare?” the guy asked. “Dare,” I said without hesitation. “That's bold,” he said. He tapped his chin with his index finger as if thinking of something. “I dare you to get a room with me,” he said, and everyone went silent, their eyes tinged with eagerness to hear my response. Fiona laughed. “That Mommy's girl wouldn't dare.”

“No, I want you to do a donut.” “What?” My voice came out lower than I expected, rough with disbelief. “Find a big empty space and rip a donut. Fast and loud. I want to feel it in my teeth.” “You sure?” I asked. She leaned in, face close enough for me to smell the roses on her skin. “I dare you, Lombardi.” My laugh came dark, scraping the back of my throat. “You really don’t know how fucking dangerous it is to dare me.” Her eyes glittered, “Maybe that’s exactly why I’m doing it.”

But I was still annoyed at Frank, or maybe it was the drink I had been sipping without thinking, or maybe it was just sheer stubbornness, but I found myself saying: "Dare." Brittany's smile widened, she looked around the circle slowly, drawing out the moment. Then her eyes landed on Frank again in an obvious way. “I made my rule for the game, you can't escape a dare by drinking… you will have to do it… and if you can't do the dare, I will help you do it instead…do you understand?” She asked and I felt my palm go sweaty, Is she gonna ask something ridiculous? But she's gonna do it? If I can't do it?

Let me complete. So, here are the digits: !@#$%^&*() Chloe_awesome_scott Who is this? Don't tell me I have to profess my undying love to a random stranger. I_pooped Nah, that dare is getting kinda old. Cereal_killer Oh, you don't have to profess your love. It's a simple text: "what are you hiding?" Chloe_awesome_scott Really?! Well, here's your answer. They are hiding your brain somewhere.

He nodded once, slow and deliberate, giving his approval. My heart slammed against my chest. This was my chance. I took a deep breath, lifting my chin even though my hands were shaking. “Truth or dare?” I asked. Kaeren smiled faintly, the kind of smile that made my skin crawl. “Dare,” he replied coldly. I swallowed hard. My courage wavered for a split second, but I forced myself to speak. “I dare you to set me and my friend free from this game,” I said.

"How about if the dare is something you absolutely doesn't want to do, you take a shot of something of the card readers choice?" "Perfect!" I clap my hands together and pick up the dice. "Let's play!"

I murmured, barely able to speak. The girls all growled with disappointment. They wanted dares. Dirty ones. Nasty ones. “Okay, Kelly,” the girl said, thinking of her question. I was sure she already had a dare in mind. “If you could do any famous woman, who would you be with?”

"Lucen, don't say I didn't warn you. I'll be at a national lab before long. What chance do you have against me? Your dad's model only really shines in my hands, understand?" Maris Dawn gave Grayson a reproving shove, then turned to me with a familiar, bored impatience. "Grayson's right. Don't be so stubborn. It's just a model. I'll find a way to help your father. Stop making a scene, okay?" I ground my teeth until my jaw ached. The hatred in my eyes felt like something that could be grabbed and held. "A scene?" I spat. "I'm not asking for anything else. Return my father's AI model, and apologize to him publicly."

He got the whole power and authority he dicide what he want. "Are you scared now? Hahah buy the way if you lose, and Grandpa didn't accept your gift, then you should crawled and rolled over from the hall to the exit of the house and live this family. How about it? We have a fair bet, if I lose I'll do what ever you want, and if you lose you do what ever I want." Jae smirked and dared accepted his challenged. "Fine! I'll accept it, by the way what if you lost, and you didn't accept your punishment!?"

Chapter Four: Zara didn't sleep. She sat on the edge of her bed until three in the morning with her phone in her hand, staring at the same eleven words until they stopped looking like words at all and just became shapes, cold and meaningless, except they weren't meaningless, that was the whole problem. She read them so many times she could probably recite them backward. Careful who you trust, Zara. Ethan Blake's not the first golden boy who liked to slum it with the campus disaster for a while. Ask around about what happened two years ago, too. Some of us remember. All of it.