Dice Dares Novels & Stories

Fred I was still stuck in traffic. Still stuck with him. And now his fingers were under my chin like we’re lovers. Like he didn’t wreck me last night and wake me up with a headache and regrets. I glared at him. “What kind of game?” Rafael smirked, that wicked gleam in his eyes growing darker. “Strip Dare.” I blinked. “Are you—? What the hell kind of—” He cut me off. “Relax. One of us asks, the other dares. If you skip a dare, you lose a piece of clothing. Simple.”

The bottle spun lazily, its slow rotation building the tension again. “Come on, come on,” everyone muttered, eyes wide. The bottle’s neck finally pointed at P. “Oh no! Not me!” she groaned dramatically, throwing her hands up in mock surrender. “Dare or truth, P?” I asked, grinning. “Dare! Definitely dare,” she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Everyone cheered. Dares always brought out the best (or worst) in people. “Alright,” I said, thinking fast. “I dare you to do your best impression of Mr. Rivera.”

I smiled apologetically. "Glaiza, why can't we be friends?" She looked at me confused, "What are you talking about?" "Well, I want to be your friend." "No, you don't" "Yes, I do" "Okay, let's have a dare." Dare? Hmmm "What kind of dare?" I asked leaning my arms against the table "Tell me three secrets of yours." I shook my head "You're shitting me" She smirked. Fierce. "I thought you wanted to be my friend?"

But as the alcohol flowed and inhibitions lowered, the questions and dares got progressively more intense. Someone was dared to make out with a stranger for thirty seconds. Another person had to confess the wildest place they'd ever had sex. A girl was dared to remove her top and dive into the pool topless. Through it all, I kept stealing glances at Drasa, watching her reactions. She looked simultaneously fascinated and horrified by what was happening around her, like she couldn't believe she was part of this scene. When the bottle spun and landed on a guy, he immediately chose dare with the kind of confidence that suggested he'd been hoping for this moment.

RAVEN'S POV The club pulsed with heavy bass and dim red lighting. Bodies pressed together on the dance floor while my friends screamed with laughter around the VIP table. Mia’s twenty-first birthday had turned filthy fast. Truth or Dare had started as jokes. Now it was dangerous. The empty bottle pointed straight at me. “Raven,” Mia grinned wickedly, eyes sparkling with tequila. “I dare you to find the hottest guy in this club and tell him to eat your pussy. No chickening out. Or you drink the entire penalty tray.”

Just ask me the question. "Okay," He clears his throat, placing his shirt over his shoulder. "Truth or dare." "Easy, dare!" I smile. "Okay…" He seems to be thinking, "I dare you to, sing your most hated song then." I roll my eyes, disappointed again. "What?" He's confused. "You don't get to ask such boring task. Dare me to do something actually daring, like maybe jump off a window. Kiss you, give you a hickey, strip! What is wrong with you?" I am fully yelling now.

“Rules: draw a card. Truth or dare. If you chicken out, you drink. If you do it, everyone drinks. If it’s really good, we all take a shot.” The first round went fast. Dreadlocks had to shotgun a beer. Backwards-cap guy confessed he’d hooked up with his TA last semester. Luca picked dare—had to text his ex “I miss your cat more than you.” He did it. We all howled when she replied with a middle-finger emoji. Then the deck came to me. Jayden slid a card across the table. I flipped it. “Dare,” it read in Sharpie. The boys whooped.

"Even Ms. Becker has said nothing. Who are you to give your opinion to? Since we all have chosen to play this game, we must abide by the rules." Jensen shot him a bitter glance, and Peter ignored him, turning to look at Kisa, who tried hard to look unperturbed. She glanced at Gilbert, who sat across the table and looked calm and collected. She gritted her teeth and asked Peter, "Since it is Truth or Dare, what does Dare mean?" "Oh..." Peter explained thoughtlessly, "If you refuse to answer the question, then you have to perform an action ordered by the person questioning you." "Oh." Kisa understood now.

This is going to be a shitshow. I briefly meet his gaze and I’m happy that Rory is on her phone, probably texting Justin if I had to guess. “Okay, well, I’ll give you a brief rundown and also a refresher for everyone else. So, you pick a person, ask them truth or dare and then choose a number. If the person rolling the dice rolls that number then you get to ask them the question or dare them to do something, whichever they choose. We usually only do dares but for the sake of keeping things”—she shoots me and Rory a look—“more PG because no one wants to take their clothes off anymore”—she rolls her eyes —“we’ll offer truths.”

They looked at each other smiling and they both nodded emphatically. "How do you play?" Lyda asked. "I am glad you asked," Rachael said, "So first we do something called 'Never Have I Ever" Do you guys know that? Well anyway I will go first and what you do is you say, "never have I ever" and then you say something that you have never done. If anyone else HAS done that thing then they have to raise their hand. So the way my truth or dare works is that well you do 'never have I ever' lots of times there is an odd girl out. Like two girls have done something and one hasn't or two haven't and one has. When that happens then the two who are the same get to ask the odd person out for a truth or a