If You Dare Book Novels & Stories

“We talk shit about the place all the time, but none of us has actually been inside. What’s the harm in checking it out? I can think of worse ways to spend an evening than relaxing in a hot tub.” “With a bunch of horny dudes,” Cole points out. Diesel laughs. He takes his snapback off and runs his fingers through his thick blond hair. “Cole here is scared he might like it a little too much. Right, Cole?” “Hey, if someone’s scared, it’s you, Diesel.” “I’m not scared of shit, bro.” “Okay,” Micah says. “So who’s actually going and who’s just talking? Let’s make it a dare. Whoever chickens out first loses. Whoever stays longest wins.”

I've never been good with playing it safe. "Carmen," Andy said, his voice dropping conspiratorially low. "Truth or Dare?" "Dare," I snapped, the word coming out sharp and confident. "Give me your worst, Andy. I can handle it." The room went quiet for a heartbeat. Andy looked around, his gaze landing on Derek, who was sitting directly across from me. Then a slow, devilish smirk spread across his face. "I dare you," Andy began, pausing for dramatic effect, "to give Derek a blow job. Right here. Right now."

“Bet you’ve never even snuck into a bar. You're incredibly boring.” Her jaw tightened since he wasn't wrong, and that pissed her off. Emma had spent her college years building a perfect GPA, not chasing thrills. But the way Jake looked at her like she was predictable lit a fuse she didn’t know was there. She slammed her laptop shut. “Fine. You think I’m boring? Like I’m some predictable little good girl? Give me a dare, then.” His eyes lit up and he sneered. “Alright, hotshot. I dare you to follow me to the Vault.”

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.”

"Imagine being able to travel anywhere in the world in the blink of an eye. It would be amazing." I nodded, still smiling. "Interesting choice,” I said. "Okay so, now it's your turn. Truth or Dare?" Ava grinned. "Dare," she said. "Bring it on." I thought for a moment. "Okay, I dare you to run as far as you can into the sand and then stop on a dime and do a cartwheel." Ava's eyes lit up at the dare. "You're on… but I haven't done a cartwheel in years."

“How dare you cheat on me?” TBC

The instructions were vague yet the implications were stark. ╒══════════ •◦இ•◦ ══════════╕ Truth or Dare STUDENT 13 - RUBY FRIDAYS Dare to do the Dare: "Want a scene you won't ever forget? Walk down the trails of the old carousel, And take a picture of the only disturbing scene you'll find there." ╘══════════ •◦இ•◦ ══════════╛

My stomach twisted, but I knew there was no escaping it. The first few rounds were harmless. Dumb dares. Embarrassing truths. Somebody had to run to the mailbox shirtless, another admitted to peeing in the pool last summer. But soon, the dares got sharper. Riskier. “Kendra!” one of the boys called, grinning wide. “Truth or Dare?” Kendra lifted her chin, smirking. “Dare.” The boy’s grin widened. “I dare you to… make out with Caleb.”

Eric says, “I’m not doing anything to jeopardize my marriage to Cynthia.” “No one is asking you to,” Matt says, joining the persuasion. He and Max have obviously worked the details out amongst themselves. “Make contact. That doesn’t mean fuck or even touch.” He shakes his head with a laugh. “Well, contact... no. Talk to, get a phone number, have a conversation. Unlike the show, the dare is not for all of us. One of us needs to be the judge. That, my man,” he says to Eric, the groom-to-be, “is you. Max, Trevor, and I are the ones who have to do the dare. You choose the one who wins and the other two pay for this entire weekend...hotel rooms, drinks, and all.” I can’t help but think that the o

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.]