If You Dare (Dare #3)

by Shantel Tessier

DEATH IS A debt we are all born owing. It’s something that money can’t buy nor can it be traded. You can’t bargain for more time. When it’s up, you accept it like a fucking man. I’ve never been afraid to die. Or to love, for that matter. Aren’t they the same? You surrender to a fate you have no control over. You don’t get to choose when or how you die, just as you can’t choose when and who you fall in love with.

I should have hated her, but that’s the funny thing about love—it’s out of your control.

Even if that meant killing one of our own. We were sharks and not all sharks can swim with others.

I wonder if he’s ever tried to fuck that stick out of her ass?

He chuckles in the darkness. “I can be your God, princess. Wanna get down on your knees and worship me?”

Don’t show all your crazy at once, Demi. You’ve got to leave a little surprise.

The devil doesn’t come to you as an ugly monster with fire breathing out of his ears. No. He is sent wrapped in a breathtaking smile and pretty eyes that can see to your soul.

You don’t always need hearts and flowers to prove you love someone. Sometimes you need each other’s names carved in blood.

I hate how much criticism I get for doing what they do without a second thought. A guy can fuck four girls in one night, but a girl can’t fuck two guys in the same month without being tainted.

“Yes, princess?”

My heart