Dice Dares Novels & Stories

“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.

my man asked Adele. I whispered, “Dare, dare, dare!” She glanced at me and laughed. “Dare,” she said, her expression unreadable. “Yesss!” I yelled, clapping harder. “I dare you to suck my dick,” Dave dared. My heart froze for a split second. “What the fuck, babe?” I said, my voice dripping with jealousy. She smirked. Without hesitation, she jolted up. “It’s not that deep, sweetheart. It’s just a dare. You can suck my man’s dick if you want.” She winked at me.

my man asked Adele. I whispered, “Dare, dare, dare!” She glanced at me and laughed. “Dare,” she said, her expression unreadable. “Yesss!” I yelled, clapping harder. “I dare you to suck my dick,” Dave dared. My heart froze for a split second. “What the fuck, babe?” I said, my voice dripping with jealousy. She smirked. Without hesitation, she jolted up. “It’s not that deep, sweetheart. It’s just a dare. You can suck my man’s dick if you want.” She winked at me.

“ I will rotate the bottle, if t points you, you’ll have to take a dare from me, after taking the dare, you rotate it again and give out dares,’’ one of the guts explained. “Well that is easy,’’ Barbra shrugged. “ If you will not do the dare, you take a two tots of whiskey,’’ he added as we all gasped. This was the definition of fun. The truths and dares kept coming around as people were asked wild questions. Barbra’s dare was wildest and she did it. They asked a guy to pour soda over her chest and leak it, something that they gladly enjoyed. The bottle pointed Vince and one of the dudes from our school clapped his hands happily as he debated the dare that he would give out. “ Are you ready,

How to Play Strip Dare Poker (Quick Rules for Maximum Heat): Standard Texas Hold'em setup: deal 2 hole cards each, 5 community cards, best hand wins. Stakes escalate: First 3 hands = strip one clothing item (shoes/socks first, then shirts, pants, undies last). Dares kick in on round 4: Winner picks a filthy dare, e.g., "Finger yourself for 30 seconds while I watch," "Suck my cock for one minute," or "Bend over and let me spank you 10 times."

“You don’t have too, if you don’t want I just—” “I did a dare,” He spoke up interrupting me. “A-A Dare. What type of Dare?” I stuttered thinking of all the types of things he could have done all the types he could have done. Jumping off a house, Flying a Pegasus? “What type.” Daisy asks to know curious herself about what he did. “I played a game of Volantes, and let's just say I got a little to violent with the other team members. I um sent them to the infirmity." He mumbled the last part scratched his neck in embarrassment.

“Let's give it a shot,” They fired off silly confessions— Never have I cried over the protagonist in a movie. Never have I sent a risky text and regretted it instantly. Laughter filled the room,the wine flowing and my cheeks were already warm from both. Ella raised her eyebrows and said, “Lets up the stakes. Dare Roulette. If you don't complete the dare, we have to pick one of us to kiss.” “That escalated quickly,” I said, laughing nervously. A few harmless dares went around. Then it was my turn. Ella pulled up a folded slip from the little bowl and read aloud. "What's your crush's personality,"

Slowly, the chatter starts back up again and it isn't long before Maddie picks out a game and orders everyone to play. "Alright, the rules are this: you roll the dice as someone picks a card for you. The number on the dice decides which question you'll be asked. If you don't answer you have to do a dare that the card reader chooses for you. Or we can do shots instead of dares if you're not comfortable." The red head adds quickly. "How about if the dare is something you absolutely doesn't want to do, you take a shot of something of the card readers choice?"

Later, in the dark, he traced the welts on her skin with apologetic fingers. “We’re burning out,” she whispered. He didn’t answer. Just pulled her closer, as if he could fuse them together and stop the spiral. The next dare was scrawled on the bathroom mirror in her lipstick, bold and red. **Dare #11: Confess to Mom. Tell her what her stepkids do when the lights go out.** Alex stared at the words until they blurred. The game had always lived in the shadows; this would drag it into daylight. She wiped the mirror clean with her sleeve, leaving streaks like blood.

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.]