Dares To Ask Your Crush Novels & Stories

I’d rather do some homework than waste my time on other things. Daisy kept on following me, even if she still has a class and is now running late. “Aira please,” she pleaded again, this time in an even sadder tone. “Can’t you just grant me this, just this time? Please? You know, my crush will be there and I just want you to meet him, and maybe you can check him out for me?” I stopped from walking and she did too. Daisy looked at me with her pleading eyes. “And you really want me to check him out for you? Are you sure?”

This place is one of the well-known subdivisions in the city. “We can’t pretend that we’re in a relationship in front of your parents, Zero. I don’t want any misunderstanding,” I said. Zero let out a soft chuckle. “Just act casually, baby. And it’s fine to me if you will show how much you love—” “Excuse me. You’re just my crush, okay?” “But crush can be developed into love. And why did you ask me for a favor then… if you don’t love me?” he asked which caught me off guard. I don’t know how to react at this moment. My brain cells won’t function well either to speak for myself.

Everyone on campus knows Zara Cole's name. Nobody knows her story. She skips class, breaks rules, and dates whoever she wants — and she's built that reputation on purpose, like armor. Ethan Blake is the opposite of everything she stands for: student council president, top of his class, a future already mapped out in a straight line. When a professor forces them to work together on a major project, Ethan makes a bet with his friends that he can get Zara to finally take something seriously. Zara overhears him. Instead of getting mad, she smiles — and raises the bet. "I'll make you fall in love with me before you finish your little project." Ethan accepts, sure he won't lose. But the more t

And definitely, no one needs to guess that it was always regarding one person. My crush, TOM/ “And what if I don’t??” He asked, looking curious. “Well, then that person may have reservations about their feelings toward you.” I enlightened him and he looked down at me with a secretive look. “Have you ever tried it??” And I squirmed in his hold as I nodded. “For who??” He questioned, a bit domineeringly. “Uhmm… It was about old times when I had a crush on someone…” I bit my lips nervously as I replied, trying my best to not reveal TOM’s name in this conversation.

“Dare.” The master of the game grinned mischievously before saying, "I dare you to approach the man you have a crush on and confess your feelings." The woman's eyes widened, but she took a deep breath. With soft, hesitant steps, she slowly made her way to the young man seated next to Crimson. “I—I l-ike you,” she muttered, her cheeks a deep tomato red. The man beside Crimson broke into a smile. “I like you too, Dolly, ever since we were kids,” he confessed .

Dare says and I laugh. “Honestly, we're not that complex. You just need to be understanding to get us. Like sometimes we want your attention but there are also times we want to be alone. We can be hungry for chocolate today doesn't mean we want that every single day. It's just about asking us what we want and you'll get an answer. It's as easy as that.” “You see as I am here eh," Dare says. “If I'm hungry, you'll know. If I'm sad, you'll know. If I'm dead, you don't even need to ask me to know.”

Right now, they are playing truth or dare, where it's Georgia's turn to ask, and Sadie still picks truth for the 20th time. "Even when you're drunk, you still pick truth!" "Well, just because I'm drunk doesn't mean I can change my whole personality. Once a risk-avoider, always a risk-avoider!" While Sadie laughs like there's no tomorrow, Georgia just chuckles, too stunned to speak--and it's all Sadie's fault. Once the laughter dies down, Georgia rolls her eyes. "Fine, okay. Who is your crush in school?" Sadie scoffs, "Pft, easy!" Please say that it's me, Georgia thought to herself. She presses her sweaty palms together and leans forward; the anticipation is getting to her. "No one."

“Can you dance?” “Not really,” I reply, “I don’t have any talents.” Ben stares at me like he’s about to dispute my statement but in the end, he says nothing and we engage in another staring bout. So crazy how speechless one becomes in the presence of their crush. I wipe my clammy palms on my legs. “Can you? Can you dance?” He nods. “Yep. Very much.”

Everything felt peaceful. Then, for no reason at all, I looked at him and smiled. “Daniel, can I ask you something?” He looked up, curious. “Sure.” I tilted my head, pretending to be playful. “Who’s your crush?” He blinked, surprised. “My what?” “Your crush,” I repeated, laughing. “Come on, don’t tell me you don’t have one.” He closed his book and gave me that calm, mysterious smile I was beginning to know too well. “Why do you want to know?”

I frowned. “Absolutely not! So the game goes this way, you can only ask the person next to you,” Lisa explained. Damon was by my left. Heat shot through me. What would I ask him… What would he ask me… “Well then, I guess we'll start with me. Lisa, go on and ask me,” Xander began. “Truth or dare?” “Um…Truth…” “Do you have a crush on anyone right now?” “Lisa! Who taught you that?” I half yelled.