Stay In My Arms If You Dare Novels & Stories

The day after I proposed to my fiancée, she sent me a message out of nowhere saying it was over. I called her over and over, frantic, but she hung up every time. I sent message after message, and she read every one without replying. I even went looking for her, but she was nowhere to be found. It was not until I collapsed onto the couch, completely drained and white as a sheet, that I finally saw a new social media post from her childhood friend. [Only Ellery would actually go through with it. She drew the dare to dump her fiancé cold—no explanation, nothing—and she really did it. Absolute legend!] I read it, then replied to her message: [Got it.]

“You always are.” Dare, who had been silent till now, finally spoke. His voice was deeper than I remembered, a low thrum that sent a shiver down my spine. “And what if we *can't* be? What if you’re alone, and some asshole decides you’re an easy target again?” He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly. “We need to know you can hold your own.” My heart hammered against my ribs. “You want me to… fight? Like, learn how to hit people?”

Darein screamed. I did not let go. I shook my head violently, the way wolves kill prey. His arm came OFF. Darein collapsed, shrieking. Blood poured from the stump. I spat out his arm and shifted back to human. My hands grabbed his face. “If you EVER look at my daughter again,” I hissed. “I will do worse than take your arm. I will take everything. Do you understand?” Darein nodded frantically, his face white with pain and fear.

Before I knew it, I had thrown myself into his arms. His palm was broad. He pressed one to my waist and pulled me closer. A weird sense of security wrapped around me. I couldn't tell if his chest was too warm or whether he smelled too familiar. Maybe it was even the strength of that hand at my waist that held up my trembling body. "Lulu… she's gone. I've already asked the doctor to pull the security footage." I tilted my head up, tears blurring my vision. They kept streaming down my face. "Don't be afraid. Lulu will be okay. I'll look for her with you." Ewan's arms tightened around me as he stroked my hair to soothe me. Maybe it was how certain his voice sounded, but it somehow steadied me.

Mom's expression shifted instantly, transforming into one of pained distress. "So sorry to trouble you all. Arlene was being too naughty. She deliberately made the sick Callie fall. I only lashed out in the heat of the moment to teach her a lesson." As she spoke, she reached to pull me up. "Arlene, get up now. Stop throwing a tantrum on the ground." The moment her fingers touched my arm, I jerked back as if shocked. Then, I yanked up my sleeve, revealing the dense patchwork of old scars on my arm. Those were from a few days ago, when Callie pressed a cigarette butt against me.

Before I could even shut the door, Dylan grabbed the knob not allowing me to close it. He walked in as I couldn't protest his muscular arms, which has taken him a fortune amount of sweating in the gym. "It's my room Dylan, you can't forcefully come in." I yelled but my voice didn't hold as much grudge as I intended. "Calm down, Dove. What's wrong?"

And maybe, just maybe, in his arms she’d also find the one thing she coveted. She slid her arms down to wrap them around his torso. His body folded around her like a protective casing of large hard muscles and she loved it, loved every second she was there even more. Yup, this was where she wanted to be until she was strong again. And certainly, not maybe, she’ll be staying in those arms until she was old and grey. She was going to make sure of it.

Aston I shuddered. “If you try to give me an ear worm, I’ll just keep singing it back to you.” “You wouldn’t.” Tiffany bumped my hip with hers. “Let’s make this easy on both of us. Spare me the time and effort of searching for revenge strategies and promise you won’t go on a cruise without me.”

"Truth or dare?" Oh, dear fucking God, don't pick dare. Please don't fucking pick dare. "Dare." Fuck. Garrison's smug smile spread into a smirk, and his eyes filled with discord and nothing that could lead to anything good. He stood up and walked up to her, his eyes darkening with something that made my stomach lurch. He leaned down to her and whispered. "I dare you to come back to my hotel room with me." My jaw clenched. Tight, hard. My hands curled into fists, and my eyes narrowed as I held my breath for Leia's response. It felt like an eternity, sitting here, waiting to see what she would say to such a fucked-up request.

I was awed by the soft melody his voice emitted as he sang passionately to the rhythm of the song. I seemed not to be the only one awed by his performance, everyone present at the lounge had paused their movements, all eyes now fixed on him. 🎶 We've only been dating for a year 🎶 But I'm gonna take a risk and sound a little weird 🎶 I want the picket fences and an arch around the entrance 🎶 Two Ikea twin beds for the kids It's normal to be a little scared 🎶 But I wanna bend the rules and play some truth or dare