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Percy Jackson Ultimate Truth Or Dare

Trick or Truth

Every October, Elysian Ridge High School sheds its pristine facade as a peculiar energy settles over its ivy-covered walls. Known for its excellence and harmony, the school harbors no scandal—at least, not on the surface. But as the days grow shorter and shadows stretch longer, whispers begin to circulate, carried on the crisp autumn breeze. “Have you heard the rumor?” a girl whispers to her friend as they linger near the old south building, its windows boarded and walls weathered with age. Her friend shrugs, feigning indifference. “What rumor?” “The one about the demon,” the girl insists, her eyes darting toward the abandoned structure. “They say it’s caged in that building. And on Halloween, if you bring it a treat, it’ll grant you a wish. Any wish you want.” Her friend snorts, crossing her arms. “Right. Because everyone knows a demon’s a trustworthy wish-granter.” “It’s been a thing for years,” the girl presses on. “My cousin told me about it when she went here. Don’t you wonder what you’d wish for?” The question lingers in the air like a spell, their curiosity pulling them closer to the forbidden building. Yet, beneath their playful banter is a thread of unease. For decades, students have whispered about the demon, daring each other to seek it out. Some return with wild stories of impossible luck. Others leave the rumor behind, pretending it’s just a tale. But what none of them realize is that every wish carries a price—one far greater than anyone could anticipate. This Halloween will test the line between myth and reality. But when you ask the devil for a favor, you may get more than you bargained for. At Elysian Ridge High School, the real question isn’t whether the demon is real—it’s whether you're ready to face the trick or truth?
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Dare to Be Mine

She hadn’t expected to be cornered like this, not here, not now. His tall frame loomed over her, blocking any escape as he stood inches from her, pinning her to the wall with his presence alone. His hand rested just above her head, his fingers brushing the cool surface of the locker, creating a barrier that trapped her in place. Her breath caught, her heart thundering in her chest as she realized how little space was left between them. His eyes were dark, full of something she couldn’t decipher but desperately wanted to understand. He stared at her, not saying anything at first, just letting the silence stretch between them. She could feel her pulse race, her face flushing, her body frozen, even though she wanted to push him away. “What are you going to do about it?” he asked, his voice smooth, teasing, and filled with a challenge. There was something in the way he spoke, something that made her stomach twist with a mixture of confusion and excitement. She opened her mouth to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come. Her hands hung at her sides, unsure whether to push against his chest or hold herself back. She couldn’t tell if she wanted him to step closer or if she just wanted to run far away from the intensity that radiated from him. “Stop…” she murmured, but the word felt too weak, too powerless against the gravity pulling them together. “What do you want from me?” His lips curled into a small, almost predatory smile. “I want you to stop pretending you don’t feel it,” he said softly, his gaze never leaving hers. His closeness was suffocating, but in the most intoxicating way. The tension between them was palpable, like a storm ready to break. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing as if they were the only two people in the world. She wanted to fight back, wanted to be strong and resist, but something in her—something deep inside—kept her rooted to the spot. He was her classmate, the guy everyone knew, the one with that effortless confidence that made all the girls swoon. And now here he was, making her feel things she wasn’t sure how to deal with. Her hands trembled, caught between pushing him away and giving in to the wild, dizzying pull she felt toward him. She was terrified, but there was also a spark of curiosity, of something she couldn’t quite control. “I’m not… ready for this,” she whispered, though her voice shook with uncertainty. “I don’t even know what you’re doing.” He didn’t answer right away, his gaze softening just enough to let her know that he was listening, that he wasn’t in a rush. He leaned in slightly, his breath brushing against her cheek. “I think you do,” he murmured. “You just don’t want to admit it yet.” Amidst the whirlwind of school friendships, and the pressure. Can anyone dare to be open to the possibility with someone who seems so unreachable?
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