Fun Dares Novels & Stories

"I'm a bit surprised that you chose dare right off the bat though. Haven't you heard of the kinds of dares people had to do when they played this game?" "Not really but I guess I'd imagined that they were kind of hard." Aiden replied. "Hard? This isn't some kind of challenge, Aiden. Dares can range from mildly embarrassing to outright humiliating. Dares can make you do anything!". Zane exclaimed, having experienced some outrageous dares himself. But his face remained unchanging, he didn't sense any danger, even after Zane’s explanation. What's the worse that could happen? This was just a measly party game.

"That's the spirit! You're ready for whatever I can throw at you." As we walked, my mind raced with ideas for dares for Ava. I wanted to make sure that they were challenging but not impossible, and that they would make her laugh but not embarrass her. I also wanted to make sure that they covered a range of topics, from physical challenges to mental ones, so that the day would be exciting and unpredictable. "Alright, Ava," I said, my voice just above a whisper. "Time to kick off the dares. Let's start with a physical challenge: I dare you to run into the water, touch the bottom, and come back out without taking a breath."

Nothing new. Cara Nieman was dared to pole dance. Patricia Coleman was dared to give Andrew Sanders a lap dance to Rihanna’s Work. Kate Olives was dared to tongue kiss a girl of her choice and she picked Zara Beige, the cow. Brie Davidson was dared to strip off five things from her body, for someone who wore nothing but a black flimsy see-through mini dress, you can probably guess how that went down. My sister, Summer was dared to imitate having sex with a boy of her choice and she chose Collins. Zachary rejected all of his dares with the label that “he had a fiancé” hence, he drank a shot of whiskey instead. A sweet gentleman he was, and he remained so until his end.

she continued, holding up a finger, “we make him think he’s going bald by sprinkling his shower with hair clippings. Psychological warfare.” “Lena, no…” “Option three,” she said dramatically, “we enroll him in a ‘find your true sexuality through dance’ workshop without his consent.” I snorted so loudly she looked proud. “You’re insane.” “Yes,” she agreed cheerfully. “But you’re smiling again, which is the goal.”

She looks terrible with dark circles under her eyes, her clothes wrinkled, and her usually perfect hair pulled into a messy ponytail. She stands when I enter. "April. Thank god. I didn't think they'd let me in." "Carmen almost didn't." I don't sit. I stand in the doorway, arms crossed. "What do you want, Jess?" "I need to explain. About that night. About the dare." She wrings her hands. "Please. Just let me explain." "You have five minutes." She swallows hard. "I was paid. To dare you to kiss him. To get you close to Tyler Raven."

My breath caught. He smirked like he knew it would. Then he leaned closer, lips almost brushing my ear. “But if you want proof, you’ll have to earn it.” “And how exactly would I do that?” I asked, turning toward him, heart racing. His smile was wicked. “With a dare.” Jace reached into his back pocket and pulled out a tiny glass bottle with a note inside. Truth or Dare. Apparently, it was a dorm tradition. “Draw one,” he said. “If you want to play.”

I wanted to call tonight a party, but that felt a little too generous. Inside were different card decks labeled by category. Dares. Spicy dares. Normal questions. Spicy questions. Along with a board and a single dice. The rules were simple. You roll the dice and move across the board, pulling a card depending on where you land. If you refuse to answer a question, you have to take a dare. If you refuse the dare, you escalate to a spicy dare. And every dare came with a drink. Simple. Dangerous. Perfect. By the time Nero returned, I was halfway through explaining the rules to his brothers. We gathered around the low table, legs crossed on the floor and couch cushions dragged closer as another r

I could hear the excitement in her voice and I chuckled before saying, "Dare." Everyone shouted. I laughed. I've already seen a few rounds of truth or dare, and only now did the bottle hit me, so they were very happy. "That's what we want! Fight!" I heard Benj said before Josh, who was already a bit tipsy, cheered the loudest 'whoo!'. "What do we dare her, guys?" Gibbus asked then turned to her sisters. The woman in a long skirt and shoulder-length red hair immediately raised her hand. She's Crescent. "Meredith Kaye, I dare you to give Rupert a fucking boner!"

Clara looked at me coldly. “What’s with the sarcasm, Nathan? What exactly are you trying to do? It was just a game.” One of Clara’s friends, Mary Tanner, chimed in, “Exactly. If you can’t handle it, don’t come to a bar.” I nodded and calmly shot back, “You’re right. I can’t handle it. Since you’re so open-minded, why don’t you French kiss every guy here?” The girl flushed crimson with anger.

Ryan perched on the coffee table directly across from her—quiet, tattoo sleeves crawling up his arms, eyes so intense they felt like they could peel clothes off without touching. They’d been doing this rotation for years: drinks, music, stupid games. Tonight truth or dare had started innocent—embarrassing stories, bad kisses from the past. Then Jake dared Marcus to shotgun a beer with no hands. Marcus dared Jake to text his ex something filthy. Ryan dared Marcy to take her bra off under her shirt and leave it off. She did it. The black lace bra landed on the floor like a challenge. The air shifted. Now it was Marcy’s turn. She took a long swallow of whatever cheap vodka-Red Bull mix was in h