Pool Dares Novels & Stories

Wren fucking Anderson. The daughter of the same bastard who tore my family apart years ago. Richard Anderson. He called himself an acquisition manager but all he was was a greedy and sleazy bastard. Gutted my father’s business, dragged our name through the mud. His crimes were so great that my father didn’t make it out alive. And here is his daughter. His precious, sheltered little girl, fast asleep in my bed. It’s like the universe placed her right in my grip like a sort of fucked up gift.

Aaaargh! ----------------------------- I make my way briskly to school as I walk through the entrance half focused. My entire attention is on my phone going through the Craigslist. I really have no choice and it is up to me to redeem I and my mom from this endless loop of hardship eating away at our soul. I just have to end it. Not for me but for my mom. Her stress and toiling is just too much for my fragile heart to bear. I have to redeem her in anyway I can even if it means selling my soul to the devil. I can't be blamed. I am as desperate as ever.

“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.

“I accept this honor with all the dignity it deserves.” “And what about us?” Alexia piped up. “You,” I pointed at her, “are part of the Peanut Gallery. Which means you get to make up the dares.” “Ohhh,” Alex said, his eyes wide with mischief. “You’re all doomed.” “Oh no,” Daniel whispered. “I’ve seen what they did to that babysitter with whipped cream.” “Let the games begin!” Grace announced. ✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✧✦✧

He was eyeballing her. “You look fifteen with your hair in a ponytail and your little uniform. Not even a stitch of makeup on.” Perla said snottily. “You really dress down, huh. We heard you were working here but surely there is a strip bar or an exotic night club you could make more money at.” “If you’re not ordering, then leave,” she started to walk away when Ruggero grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back. “Perla enough. I’m sorry for my sisters’ and mother’s attitudes. We’ll have five of the Sunday specials, water all around. We also want ten minutes of your time. We have questions only you can answer.”

"Don't tell me you're chicken. You chose 'Dare.'" "I'm not chicken." My voice lacks its usual bite. I swallow hard, staring at the secluded booth cordoned off by velvet ropes and two massive bouncers. "He just looks like he's waiting for a body to be delivered." "Exactly. High risk, high reward." Jess grins, her eyes gleaming with the kind of reckless excitement that always gets us into trouble. "Kiss the scariest guy in the club, win the pot. Five hundred bucks, April. You need this for your tuition."

Clara looked at me coldly. “What’s with the sarcasm, Nathan? What exactly are you trying to do? It was just a game.” One of Clara’s friends, Mary Tanner, chimed in, “Exactly. If you can’t handle it, don’t come to a bar.” I nodded and calmly shot back, “You’re right. I can’t handle it. Since you’re so open-minded, why don’t you French kiss every guy here?” The girl flushed crimson with anger.

Ronan, of course, was no exception. I still remember the first time I met her. She loved Truth or Dare, and each dare was more outrageous than the last. Other people's punishments were to go pick a fight with some punk on the street; when it was my turn, she ordered me to act out our favorite sexual position with Ronan in front of everyone. I only whispered that the dare was crass, and Clara immediately stormed out, red-eyed, slamming the door behind her. The mood in the room soured instantly, and they all rushed out after her, with Ronan leading the pack.

"As for this lady, she's the private investigator I hired." The crowd fell silent. Only Damien stood his ground, arguing, "That's bullshit! What private investigator? According to what I heard, you two were practically swapping spit out in the driveway!" All around us, people quietly pulled out their phones and started recording.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Aaron leaned back slightly in his chair. “Truth or dare?” Deaton already looked stressed. “Dare.” A slow smile appeared on Aaron’s face. “Call your ex.” The entire group exploded instantly. Emily screamed so loudly people near the pool turned to look. “OH, that’s sick,” She wheezed. Deaton looked genuinely offended. “Absolutely not.” Aaron shrugged calmly. “Then drink.” “No.” “Then call her.” “I’d rather get shoved into the pool fully clothed.”