Leave Me If You Dare Novel Novels & Stories

“What are we talking about?” Nova’s sudden burst of laughter had her toppling over. Sterling had to force her upright to keep her from exposing her bare ass to all of us. “Truth or Dare.” Kimberly hurled the words at Nova like daggers. For some reason, her vitriol made me giggle. Nova held the bottle of liquor over her head and shouted, “Dare me woman!” “Drunk bitch.” Kimberly muttered under her breath. Her eyes darted to my face, catching me opening gawking at Jude. A sneer curled at her lips. “I dare you to make out with Jude.”

I hesitated for a second, knowing that what I was about to say might reopen old wounds. “Remember when I walked up to you that night?” I asked. She nodded slowly. “It was… a dare.” Zara’s POV*** “It was a dare.” The words fell from his lips like stones. Heavy. Unforgiving. Final. For a moment, I couldn’t move. My chest tightened, and a ringing sound filled my head, drowning out everything else. My mind scrambled to understand what he’d just said. A dare? Was he serious? “What do you mean?” I asked quietly, my voice shaking. The world around us blurred; all I could see was him. His face, his mouth, the words that had just shattered something I didn’t realize was still fragile.

He added in a calmer manner. There was silence for a moment. Kael assumed Dare was thinking. After what seemed like forever, Dare responded with a simple question. "Why?" Dare said, sounding curious instead of threatening. "Are you in some kind of trouble?" Dare continued. There was something ominous in his tone. "Because if you are…” Dare trailed off. “Then you need to leave River Bay as soon as possible," Dare said firmly. "No exceptions." He emphasized the last sentence. Kael sighed. "I am pregnant."

"This isn't a game, Dante." "Everything's a game." He finally touched her—not her hand, too intimate, too obvious—but her notebook, sliding it toward him, opening it to a blank page. "The dare isn't about him. It's about you. Make him fall. Prove you can leave. Prove you're not becoming her." "And if I say no?" Dante closed the notebook. Looked at her—really looked, the way he'd looked at her that first night on the porch when she'd cried about her father and he hadn't tried to fix it because some grief can't be fixed, only witnessed.

“Yet, we arrive here at a young age. Do things others can’t. Manipulate things here. Some can show up in the flesh.” “How did you find me?” “Look there are ways. I’ll contact you. Not like I can’t find Luna Raven Jones. Geez, can you get a lower profile for a dreamer? You’re time’s almost up.” Jade pointed to the edge of the woods, where something blurry moved. Raven couldn’t make it out. “That’s in reality. I can’t stay. Sorry. Reality bites. Rules and all that. Nap time is over. Have fun time to wake up. I’ll remind you, Jade, pink hair. You won’t forget.” The girl left smiling. She didn’t seem nervous or upset. Just in a hurry. The event was unplanned.

If I hadn't been blind and fallen for the wrong person, none of this would have happened. Adrian patted my shoulder. "Lucen, don't blame yourself. You've done more than enough." … He had his assistant release all the evidence publicly. The academic world erupted in outrage. A core member of a national lab had risen through theft and deceit. It was a scandal of epic proportions. I was admitted to the best private hospital. My attending physician was Liora Summer, a student of Adrian's—a gentle yet capable woman. When she saw me awake, her expression was complicated. It seemed that she already knew my story.

The sentence carried a dare inside it. Elara felt that dare under her skin when she rose. The coat she had hung by the stove still smelled like river air and old rope. She made herself eat, because Lena put bread in her hands and because surviving the day sometimes began with small obedience. Damien arrived with his hair damp and his grin dry. “Your little stroll is already a market tale,” he said, tossing a gray flyer onto the table. Cassidy’s ink: Silence is not fear—it is strength. The paper was slick from fog, but the letters held like iron.

he says, leaning over me and touching my lips, "are already my everything. And I won't forget that ever again." END OF BOOK TWO: TRUTH OR DARE

Leave proof on the kitchen counter. She looked up. “What is this?” “A game,” he said. “We leave each other notes. Anonymous. You do the dare, you leave evidence, then it’s your turn to dare me. Keeps things interesting.” Alex turned the paper over. Blank on the back. “And if I don’t play?” Jordan shrugged. “Then we’re just two strangers sharing a shoebox who happen to have the same last name on paper. Your call.”

By the time I got there, the event had just ended. I watched as Vivian, Liam, and Desiree left the building with bright smiles on their faces. Trying to maintain my composure, I said, "You must've had a long day, Desiree. I'm here to pick you up." To my surprise, Desiree instantly hid behind Liam. With a look of contempt, she snapped, "I don't want to leave with you! You're an uncultured person. I want Liam to be my dad instead!" I froze for a brief moment. Then, I recalled how strangely she'd been behaving recently.