Leave Me If You Dare Novel Novels & Stories

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?”

“Is this what you do behind my back? Meet him? Take his poison after everything?” I rose slowly, heart pounding but voice steady. “Outside. Both of you. Now. This isn’t the place for your war.” The three of us spilled onto the sidewalk. Tension crackled in the afternoon air. Julian tried one last plea. “Think about the escape plan, Isla. He’ll never change.” “Leave,” Dare growled at him. “Before I make good on my threat from the gala.” Julian shot me a final look and retreated, but the damage was done. Dare rounded on me the second we were alone, backing me against the brick wall beside the restaurant’s side entrance. His hands planted on either side of my head, caging me.

"No I think I will just walk to my home it's not that far I will reach safely and thank you for offering me to stay here but you already have done a lot for me tonight so I will not give you a anymore trouble and would go back home." Aliza said and asked her leave while walking home it was already very dark in the night and the noises scared her she had already given birth to this phobia after that evening when Ron and had left her alone in that vacant Street now walking in this road alone she regretted her decision and West she could have stayed at linda's home.

Just as I was about to board, Lorenzo called me, his tone furious. "Elena, I thought you were just simply jealous of Sofia, but I didn't expect you to be so vicious as to run away and leave her in danger. Do you know—" "Lorenzo," I cut him off directly. "You started this. You're the one who should fix it." With that, I hung up, got on the plane, and left. By the time I landed, it was the next morning. I turned my phone back on, only to find that Lorenzo's missed calls and messages had completely overloaded it.

“The dare is complete. For now.” He slipped out without another word, the curtain falling closed behind him, leaving her alone with her reflection, the scent of him, and the cooling, sticky proof of their encounter between her legs. Clara stood there, trembling, for a full minute. She could hear the faint sound of his footsteps receding. She quickly gathered her own clothes, stuffing them into her bag. She didn’t dare look at the bench or the mirror too closely. With one last, shaky glance at the woman in green, a woman who had been dared and had taken the dare in the most explicit way possible, she pushed the curtain aside and stepped back into the polite, perfumed world of Luxe & Lavish.

He wasn’t still my Alpha and he won’t be at least a few years, but that’s not why I didn’t run away. I was an omega, and the second thing was that I was feeling strange. His golden eyes were looking at me like I was his prey and I was shaking while coming near to him. “With all due respect Drake, you are not my Alpha, still”, I tried to keep my voice firm, even though I knew that, after this, the dungeon probably waiting for me, but, I was stubborn, and couldn’t take this tone of voice from no one, without a reason, I was a warrior’s child.

PIZZA DARE CHAPTER 1 Ava was broke, bored, and ridiculously horny. It was a Friday night in her tiny college apartment, wallet empty after rent, fridge even emptier. Her friends, Lila, Jess, and Mia, were on a group call, laughing about how she hadn’t gotten laid in months. “Order pizza,” Lila teased. “Wear something slutty. Flirt for a free one.” Jess snorted. “Better yet, fuck the delivery guy. We dare you.”

"Since you all think this is completely fine, I'll make sure to impart some wisdom onto your husbands. The next time they want to get intimate with you, they can go ask their mistresses for permission first." The second I said it, Olivia completely lost her composure, screaming my name at the top of her lungs while frantically grabbing a handful of napkins to wipe the mess off Damien's face. Without another word, I turned and walked out the door. Before I left, I even made sure to lock the door behind me.

For twenty-two years, I had been the only daughter of the Falcones. Everyone in the family held me in their hands. Underboss Leon Marchetti took a bullet for me. Consigliere Enzo Ricci stormed into enemy territory just to pull me out. Vice Don Darius Lombardi even swore in front of the Don himself that no matter what happened, I would always be the first person he protected. They spoiled me rotten, made me willful, and convinced me of one thing. No matter who I eventually chose as my fiancé, they would never leave my side. Until six months ago, when the real Falcone heiress, Bianca Falcone, came back to the family. Little by little, their time, their protection, all their care shifted t

Seventy-seven days. That was how long Marcus Harper had gone without saying a single word to his wife. No argument. No explanation. Just silence. And the worst part? Lila Harper still loved him. Because Marcus wasn't always cruel. He was the husband everyone wished they had—the flowers, expensive dates, gentle touches, and the way he looked at Lila like she was the only woman in the world. The perfect marriage! She was envied. But she knew what happened when the doors closed. For ten years, she kept forgiving Marcus, waiting for his silence to end and believing the loving man she knew was the real him. Until the seventy-seventh day. One bank statement changes every