If You Dare Novels & Stories

I taunt, my words daring him to react. His eyes narrow dangerously, but I smirk, pushing him. Poking the bear. “Go on, get the duct tape. Or better yet, a gag, right? I’m sure you’ve got a whole selection around here.” Dante’s jaw tightens, but his tone remains icy calm, dangerously quiet. “Keep going, little deer. I dare you. One more word, and I’ll bend you over this chair and spank the living shit out of your ass for everyone in this room to see.”

“Have you completely lost it? How could you ask such a thing?” Lily looked back at me, “It’s called a dare, Scaredy Cat!” “Precisely,” Neila Dorman cut in. “You made me flash my boobs at Mr Reitman last week, didn’t you? That poor professor almost had a coronary.” “Yeah, but that was just —” I began. “A dare? You’re right. And I did it. This is also a dare.” I swallowed, “I had rather pay up.” “Fine! $20,000,” Lily stated nonchalantly, stretching forth her hand, palm up.

Rebecca seemed to understand and called out, "Cindy, truth or dare?" Cindy never moved an inch, but simply breathed out, "Dare." I gently stroked her back as I considered the best way to get her worked up again. As I was thinking about this, Alicia shot in, "Cindy, I dare you to give Bobbie a hickey on both her ass cheeks."

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.

“Okay, Jacques, your turn to ask.” Jacques’s gaze landed on Fab. “Truth or dare?” Fab raised a brow. “Dare.” A slow grin spread across my face before he could even answer. “Wait let me pick. She owes me.” Jacques laughed. “Be my guest.” I turned to Fab with wicked delight. “I dare you to send a voice note to your crush saying you had a dream about them last night.” Fab’s eyes widened. “You traitor!” “You asked for it,” I shrugged. “I’m just here to spice things up.”

Ethan Ford’s dare was: [Choose any girl here and kiss her for three minutes. Make sure it’s a French kiss!] The next second, Ethan’s eyes fixed on my girlfriend, Clara Sutton, who was sitting beside me. Everyone followed his gaze. Among them were glances eager for entertainment. Reason told me Clara would never agree. She was always so fastidious. But my emotions tightened like a coil, my right hand clenched into a fist. Ethan strode straight toward me.

“Okay, don’t kill me but every part at ten we play truth or dare. You don’t get to pass. The bottle spins and picks two people. Then one of them calls truth or dare, and the other answers. If you chicken out—you strip.” “I’m sorry, did you just say strip?!” "Down to your underwear," Yara says cheerfully, not noticing the grimace in my voice. "Or less. Depends on your tolerance for shame." Oh, no, no, no. If it’s not obvious already, I hate truth or dare. I don’t see the point of spilling my secrets or being dared to do humiliating shit just to entertain drunk assholes. “I think I’ll pass—” “Girl, no,” Yara hisses, gripping my hand. “If you bail now, you’ll be marked for death. These people w

Jess aske, trying to skip over the embarrassment she felt as fast as she could. “Dare.” Joshua said. Jess looked up at that and smiled. She loved that he said dare. She already had a preset dare in mind, a specially for him. “Mister no manners, I dare you to run upstairs open all the doors on the floor, run back down, then run back up and close them all.” Jess said. To say that she was proud of herself, was an understatement. Joshua had an expression of a slapped horse. Clearly not impressed with her.

It fitted her well, although it would have been more suspenseful if she asked the question in her resting face. “What happens if I choose dare?” Clueless, Jermaine questioned. Cylvia straightened herself and leaned on the backrest of her chair. She placed both of her hands on the desk, and explained, “Obviously, if you choose dare, you have to follow the dare that’s given to you. If you fail to meet the given task, a punishment will be done to you instead.”

I even laugh a few times. Each time it’s my turn, I pick “truth,” mostly because I’m too nervous for anything else. But after a few rounds, Lisa raises her brows at me. “The rules say you can’t pick the same option more than twice.” Nicole smirks. “Yeah, Gabriella. Time for a dare.” I laugh nervously. I’ve watched enough movies to see how badly this can go. What if I’m dared to strip or do something embarrassing? But everyone is looking at me expectantly, including Nicole with that same smirk on her face. “I knew you wouldn’t—”