Dirty Truth Or Dare Novels & Stories

"But isn't it supposed to be Truth or Dare? Like, with a choice?" Katrina's laugh was sharp and cold. "No, sweetie. When asked, everyone must choose truth. Although..." Her eyes glinted dangerously. "If someone refuses to answer their truth, they must take a dare instead." My stomach twisted as she continued. "All dares must be completed by both parties involved. And here's the fun part – if one person agrees but the other refuses, the agreeing person faces punishment." "That makes no sense," I muttered under my breath. "Shouldn't the person who refuses be punished?"

"Yes, truth or dare! You ask someone a question, if they don't answer, you dare them to do anything." "Anything?" I pressed, surprised. "Anything at all?" "Well, the person can simply drink if he/she doesn't want to do what you asked." He explained, "Point is, we get to ask anything we want to ask anyone or dare them to do anything we want. What you guys say?" I looked around a bit, seeing approving smiles on most people's faces. Mine coming on too, especially after sharing a stare with one Eliot Beckett. The man with all the big secrets and women.

“Shhh, don’t tell anyone. I’ve got a reputation to protect.” Somehow, we ended up playing Truth or Dare. Because what else do you do in a blackout? We stuck to light dares at first. Singing off-key, trying to do pushups with one arm. Then truths that brushed against personal. “Have you ever fallen in love?” I asked him. He looked at me for a beat too long before shaking his head. “Not really.” It felt honest. And then it was my turn. “Dare,” I said, trying to lighten the mood.

“I am fine.” Ryan’s friend, Carter, spoke up when we all sat in the circle in one of the guest rooms and explained that the game would be the truth, dare and seven minutes in heaven. If the person didn’t want to answer the truth or complete the dare, then they had to go with the chosen person in a room for seven minutes. I was interested, but Ethan wasn’t, so he sat behind me on the couch and observed the game.

He obliges. The next few truths and dares go around. Jennie is dared to give Marco a lap dance in front of everyone, which she does. I swear that girl is low-key crazy. Frank reveals to everyone his favourite sex position. The game gets crazier as a couple more nasty rounds are played. My guts were indeed right about this game not being a child's play. "Nate, truth or dare?" Victor asks, sounding half drunk. My eyes dart to Nate in anticipation of what he will choose. This is his first time playing in the game, and I wonder what he will pick. Will he pick truth or—

Sounds like a dreamy night. "I hope you don't mind eating from the floor, Sir." No, this is different. I like different. "Wanna play Truth Or Dare?" I suggest the stupid game. And that's how we end up playing Truth or Dare. She tells me why she kissed me. I tell her why I hate her wack boyfriend. She explains the meaning of the cute butterfly tattoo on her leg. I tell her why I'm a single billionaire. I Dare her to dance like a stripper which is ridiculous to watch. She dares me to strip naked. I Dare her to strip naked too. She dares me to fùck her.

Tonight the whole room felt like that. Like something had been filling up for a long time and the walls were starting to flex. Jake dropped his controller with a clatter. “Alright, I’m done getting my ass kicked. New game.” Tyler didn’t even look up. “What game.” “Truth or dare.” Jake said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “But no truths. Truth is for pussies.” Marcus laughed, that slow sound that always made me think of honey and something heavier. “So just dare, then.”

He was shirtless, showing off a sculpted chest and abs that looked like they belonged on a magazine cover. The rules were simple and filthy: truth meant answering honestly, dare meant doing whatever the group voted on. Refuse and you had to take off an article of clothing or drink a full cup of mystery punch. The game started tame. Someone dared a girl to shotgun a beer. Another guy had to confess his body count. Then it turned. Tyler looked straight at me, his blue eyes gleaming. “Sophie, right? Truth or dare?” I swallowed hard. “Dare.” The group cheered. Tyler leaned forward, smirking. “I dare you to kiss the person to your left for thirty seconds. With tongue.”

“It’s hard to speak up sometimes.” “Okay, my turn!” Emily says, her competitive spirit igniting. “Maira, truth or dare?” “I’ll go with dare,” Maira answers, looking interested and excited. “I dare you to post an embarrassing childhood photo on social media!” Emily declares triumphantly, grinning widely. Maira gasps, her hands flying to her mouth in shock. “No way! My mom has some truly horrible ones. Am I really doing this?” “Absolutely!” I laugh, feeling the anticipation grow. “We’re all in this together!”

“Two people per round. Spin the bottle. Whoever it lands on has to pick Truth or Dare. If it’s a Truth, you ask anything. If it’s a Dare... well, it can be anything.” Mia’s eyes lit up, a dangerous gleam flashing across her face. “Let’s skip the truth part. Truth is boring. I want full-blown dares.” The room buzzed again. No one had expected Mia Stone, international film goddess and media darling, to show any interest in a teenager’s drinking game. Yet here she was, pulling them all into her orbit. “What kind of dares?” someone asked nervously—Zack, maybe, or Tyler. They all blurred together, each one caught between fear and excitement.