Stay In My Arms If You Dare Novels & Stories

More than they could give. Rain’s fingers tightened around my arm as we stepped further into the hall. I could tell from the hesitance in her steps, the slight tremble in her breath, the way her sighs rolled out that she was scared. Overwhelmed even. But I was right beside her. Without saying a word, I gently placed my hand over hers, squeezing it just enough to let her know I was here. That before anyone dared cross her, they’d have to go through me. And they wouldn’t live to tell the story.

My gaze fell to the screen in my front view perceptions, the demand still glowing in harsh glitching velvet and red letters, taunting me to act. ╒══════════ •◦இ•◦ ══════════╕ Truth or Dare STUDENT 13 - RAVEN Dare to do the Dare: "With the weapons presented through the velvet dine, Promises are meant to be dire. And so, chop off that sinful pinkie finger from the liar." ╘══════════ •◦இ•◦ ══════════╛ The clocktower chimed in the dead of night, the signal I had been anxiously awaiting. I steeled myself and rose from my chair, knowing what needed to be done for my dare to viciously succeed.

Dede left the place descending the staircase into the ground floor. "What are you two up to?" the gentleman asked. "Nothing," Jolie and Christina responded in unison. "Were you checking the curvy girl out, just now?" Eva asked the gentleman in a whisper but before he could answer Jolie's voice was heard "My turn," Jolie said almost screaming. "Mr Adams, truth or dare?" she said with a mischievous smile. Bryson raised his head and looked at Jolie smiling excitedly. "Dare," Bryson said.

She then ran, stumbling straight into Dad’s arms, tears streaming down her face, blood already seeping from her forehead. Dad caught her, and for a moment, the look he gave her felt like a heavy stone in my chest. A cold wave of fear washed over me as I parted my lips to speak, desperate to explain, but before I could utter a word, he turned to my secretary and ordered her to call security. “What have you done, Ciara?” His voice was quieter now, but it cut even deeper, his eyes locked onto me over Yuri’s trembling shoulders. “Did I fail to raise you?”

I leaned in just enough for him to hear me clearly. “So if you think for one second that you can threaten us, intimidate us, or test the limits of my patience..” I straightened my eyes blazing with pure undiluted rage. “I Dare you to Dare me.” The word hung in the air, heavy and unchallenged. And the hall remained utterly and terrifyingly still.

The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping I dreamed I held you in my arms When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken So I hung my head and I cried. - You Are My Sunshine, Moira *** SATURDAY. Weekend. Various types of Christmas decor are scattered throughout the mall. Jose Marie Chan songs are playing throughout the mall speakers. She had no intention of leaving her house that day. But when she woke up this morning, Infinity felt that her apartment was crowded and as if everything inside her room was gagging her up.

“Let go of my hand.” “Look at me when I talk to you,” Olivia ordered. “You know what happens when you disobey.” Just then, the handsome stranger pulled Charlotte, making her crash against his chest and at the same time shoving Olivia. “If you dare lay a finger on her, you are going to regret it,” he threatened, his voice huskier than ever. Olivia flinched as he glared down at her. It was the same time the security came and surrounded Olivia. “You need to leave, ma’am,” one of them said. “You wouldn’t want us to toss you out, do you?”

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?”

“My point exactly. It's already too late for you to go anywhere.” “But—” “Stay.” Dare comes to drape his arm over my shoulders. “We were about to watch a movie in the living room. Join us.” “But...” I stare down at myself. “I didn't bring anything. No night-wear, toothbrush, paste, soap, hair net—” Dare laughs. “You'll be fine. It's just one night. Las las, you'll go home very early in the morning.” “But...” “But what again?” He crosses his arms as Eric stands before me, shirtless.

I was getting close to the DJ when I pulled out my butterfly knife and executed a Mobius flip before stabbing the table in front of him, where his DJ equipment was placed. "Change the music. Now!" I commanded. "S-sir?" he asked, surprised. He looked around at the people dancing. "Change the music if you don't want to permanently lose your job!" "W-what kind of music, sir?" he asked tremblingly. "Anything that isn't sweet," I replied. "Damn it! Passionate songs. Christmas songs. Funeral songs. Children songs. Humor me. Anything, just not those sickeningly sweet songs like that. I don't want to see couples hugging on the dance floor in the next minute. Got it?!"