Truth For Dare Novels & Stories

While waiting for Vittorio and not paying attention to the ongoing events, I jumped as I felt a tap on my shoulder. "It's your turn, Deirdre. Truth or dare?" Leslie asked. "W-what?" I frowned. "It's a dare!" Leslie declared. "No, no, no!" I shook my head. "I choose what I want." "My game, my rules," Leslie said. "What the heck?" I snorted, scowling at her. "Okay, fine. Whatever." Leslie rolled her eyes, still grinning. "Truth then. What's your wildest fantasy, Deirdre? Maybe a threesome, being sandwiched between two good-looking guys, having the time of your life, or..."

"In any war, truth is the first victim. Can you not see that? Could she not see it?" "Can you deny that Tina Davis was murdered because she was testing lies that reinforced the war struggle recovering than the facts would have done?" "I am saying," the Home Secretary said, "that the disparity between truth and lies is immaterial in time of war. True or false? Right or wrong? These questions are inconsequential now. It's all down to allegiance. Are you with us or against us? Surely you of can see that." "And anyone who isn't with you?" "-- is with the guerrillas and must be removed!" said the Home Secretary.

Sue shook the dice cup with flair and finesse. When she lifted the lid, her guess was spot-on, almost nailing the number of points. Helma's eyebrows gave a slight, impressed twitch. Sue flashed a warm, friendly smile. "Miss King, are you up for truth or dare?" Helma pondered for a second. With her baby bump, dare was obviously out of the question. "I'll take truth," she decided. Sue clapped a hand over her mouth, pretending to be shocked. Helma rubbed her temples, wondering where on earth Chandler had found this piece of work for a girlfriend!

Games and arguments. Eventually...Truth or dare. Which was exactly as terrible as expected. “Dangerous,” Lily whispered. “Very.” Three rounds later somebody dared a hockey player to jump into the lake. He did. Coach almost had a heart attack. Another round. More chaos. Then suddenly Daniel leaned forward. His eyes landed directly on me. Uh oh. “Truth or dare, Ava?” The circle immediately quieted. I already hated this. “Truth.” Daniel smirked. Coward. “Who was your biggest mistake?”

Chapter Four: Zara didn't sleep. She sat on the edge of her bed until three in the morning with her phone in her hand, staring at the same eleven words until they stopped looking like words at all and just became shapes, cold and meaningless, except they weren't meaningless, that was the whole problem. She read them so many times she could probably recite them backward. Careful who you trust, Zara. Ethan Blake's not the first golden boy who liked to slum it with the campus disaster for a while. Ask around about what happened two years ago, too. Some of us remember. All of it.

Too many defensive ornaments around the truth. I pushed a single sheet across the table to him, a routing log, only someone from the inside could easily explain. “Explain this entry then buddy.” His face blanched. Got him. “It wasn't… I d-didn’t m-mean…” He glanced to the others as if looking for salvation but there was none. I saw the fumble, sweat at the lips, a stutter that betrayed him. Because Mike never stutters. He babbles about pressure to pay a debt, threats about a contact who'd promise him to fix everything, something along those lines. The more he spoke the less coherent it became.

Marcus said with a grin, “No one can refuse a dare. If you refuse, you have to take three shots in a row. And if it’s a truth, you have to answer honestly, no matter what. No dodging and no lying.” I shifted uncomfortably, that kind of game could get very dangerous, very quickly. I glanced at Zade, wondering if he would back out now, but to my surprise, he merely shrugged, as if he didn’t care. “Whatever.” He muttered, “Just get on with it.”

I continue to ask. "Truth or dare is a simple human game we learnt from the human world. When it's your turn, you spin the bottle in the middle and whoever the tip points at will have to choose truth or dare. Then it's either you ask them questions for truth or you dare them to do anything for dare." Serafina replies. I nod in understanding. "Sounds fun." "I'll start first." David says. He spins the bottle and the tip points at Jared. "Truth." Jared says sharply.

"You said you were going to my house to drop something off last time I went out, but when I came home, I found one condom missing. My wife refused to admit it and said I remembered wrong. I even started doubting myself. Tell me. Was it you?" Randy knocked the man's hand away, then looked at me viciously. "You want to convict me with one video? I wasn't the one who started it in that video. Your wife was the one who threw herself into my arms. Couldn't you see that? Or are you just too scared to admit that your wife cheated on you? Too scared to admit you lost to me?"

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.