Truth Or Dare Deep Novels & Stories

Lea was delighted to hear that and quickly introduced herself, "Thank you so much. I'm Lea. I apologize for being bold earlier, asking for your contact from my friend Amanda. She said you might be able to help with my issue. Oh, yes, this concerns the masquerade party last Saturday." The voice on the other end, supposedly Daisy according to Amanda, responded promptly, "Oh, Amanda's friend, right? Sure, what can I help you? I am one of the organizers of the event.” "That's right, Daisy. I was at the event. Can I find out information about another participant just based on the costume they wore?" Lea asked cautiously, unsure if her question might violate the organizers' confidentiality rules.

“Well, damn. I didn’t know it was that long.” “Still sexy?” I whispered. “Even more so,” he growled. “Your turn.” I looked right back at him. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” “Boring,” Ryan laughed. “Whatever, dare.” Crap, I didn’t have a dare, only more truths I wanted to hear. Or at least, that I thought I wanted to hear. “Fine, I dare you to tell me how it works.” “How what works?” I blushed. “You two, and, you know…”

I let out a chuckle, imagining Cassian walking into his study and he smelled sex. The game went on, dares getting bolder.. strip a piece of clothing, whisper a secret in someone’s ear, lick whipped cream off a stranger’s neck. Truths turning dirtie... first time, kinkiest fantasy, most embarrassing hookup and it was really fun to watch. The bottle spun and landed on me. Aradia’s eyes lit up. “Truth or dare, Zee?” I hesitated. The crowd waited, eyes glowing, and curious. “Truth,” I said, safe choice.

The van erupted again, and Jake let out a low whistle, his hand brushing Emma’s thigh like it was accidental, but we all saw the way his fingers lingered. “Damn, Emma, you are holding nothing back.” The air inside the van felt thicker now, like the dares were peeling away layers, and my own pulse was hammering between my legs just from listening. “My turn again,” Jake said, locking eyes with me in the mirror. “Truth or dare, Sarah?” “Dare,” I answered, my voice already a little breathy from the beer and the heat building everywhere. “Chug the rest of that beer and tell us your biggest fantasy.”

"Whatever. Let's go. Fork over your truth." "Okay. I've got... let's just say, I've got searches for food being in some uh, interesting places." "Oh no, we need details!" Laury shouts. "Tell us at least one." He rubs the back of his neck. "Uh, peaches on nipples. I'm done. You go now." Laury looks at us. "Okay, guys, truth or dare?" "Dare," Me and Kamila both say. Laury grins. "That's why I love you guys."

Brandon's partner whose name I'm yet to know, commented. "Every is paired now. On my left, I have Belle and Samantha with their respective partners, Kyle and Max. On my right, Carina, Raine and Jodi are with Brandon, Crew and Richard. Remember, if you refuse to say the truth or do a dare, you have to take two shots of tequila. First off, I'd be starting with Brandon King. Truth or Dare." "Truth." Brandon said. "What is it you would have done differently if given a second chance?"

"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.

My nerves twisted tighter with every spin of the bottle. Then it landed on me. My heart slammed against my ribs as all eyes turned. Kavrian went rigid, his fingers digging into my dress. “Glinda,” Drake said with a wicked smile. “Truth or dare, gorgeous?” I swallowed hard. Kavrian leaned down, lips brushing my ear. “Say Truth.” But something stubborn sparked in me. I was tired of hiding. “Dare ” Drake’s eyes lit up. “Alright. I dare you to kiss Ethan and give him a good handjob.”

Ronan, of course, was no exception. I still remember the first time I met her. She loved Truth or Dare, and each dare was more outrageous than the last. Other people's punishments were to go pick a fight with some punk on the street; when it was my turn, she ordered me to act out our favorite sexual position with Ronan in front of everyone. I only whispered that the dare was crass, and Clara immediately stormed out, red-eyed, slamming the door behind her. The mood in the room soured instantly, and they all rushed out after her, with Ronan leading the pack.

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.