Truth Or Dare Novels & Stories

Sounds like a dreamy night. "I hope you don't mind eating from the floor, Sir." No, this is different. I like different. "Wanna play Truth Or Dare?" I suggest the stupid game. And that's how we end up playing Truth or Dare. She tells me why she kissed me. I tell her why I hate her wack boyfriend. She explains the meaning of the cute butterfly tattoo on her leg. I tell her why I'm a single billionaire. I Dare her to dance like a stripper which is ridiculous to watch. She dares me to strip naked. I Dare her to strip naked too. She dares me to fùck her.

"Sit down. You're crossing the line. It's just a harmless party game, and you're trying to turn it into some kind of prosti—" She caught herself just before she finished her sentence. I raised an eyebrow. "Oh? So you actually do realize how trashy your little game is? Don't get cold feet now. You either put on a show or you drink. Take your pick." The others at the table scrambled to their feet, holding me back and trying to laugh it off as a misunderstanding. Damien shot to his feet, his chest heaving violently as he ranted, "Don't push it. We're all adults here. What's wrong with playing a game that's a little suggestive? It's not like anyone even invited you!"

I was about to start when Rhea asked why I didn't tell them the truth. “Truth? What are you saying?" I asked. "You're unable to tell them that we're a couple, Daniel. What do you take me for?”

We were throwing this party to gain more popularity— for our cheerleading team to be the talk within the district and it would be ugly for our reputation if I lost. Clenching my jaw, I gave my opponent a piercing glare. She tilted her head a little and then winked at me. How annoying! The game was simple yet severe. First, you had two choices: Truth or Dare. If you choose TRUTH, you're going to be the loser automatically, the crowd will mock you for the rest of the night and the opponent will have a one day privilege of being your master. The TRUTH of being a total loser.

The head fell on the guy and the bottom on Tasha. “You are to ask her the multimillion-dollar question, Drake,” Danielle stated, feeling so excited about the game. “So Natasha, truth or dare?” he asked with a smirk on his face, and Tasha, who looked a little scared, sighed. “Truth,” she stated, and Drake scoffed. All he really wanted was for them to choose the dare option. He wanted things to go very nasty. “Fine. I want you to tell us if you are really into women or not? Remember, you are to say the truth and nothing but the truth,” Drake said grinning.

Even though, he knows that I will leave tonight, my body made it looks like I'm sneaking. I rode my ducati until I reached a bar that is really famous but behind this one is a hideous image of an underground arena. "Boss, you're here!" My men came running to me. "You're just in time, it's his turn after this one." There's a lot of people tonight. I sat beside them and put my focus on the ring. This match doesn't excite me one bit. "Tiger wins!" "Lion must be out of it tonight."

“I dare you to go jump into that freezing-ass lake--" "Nooooo!” Mila groaned, waving her hand. Jace, a little offended by her interruption, shot her a glare. “Excuse me?” She ignored his reaction and clapped her hands as she grinned devilishly. “Let’s spice it up." She looked at Liam who had a confused look on his face. “Truth or dare." Liam tsked. “You know I’ll never pick truth.” “Good.” Mila's grin widened as she leaned closer, eyes glinting eerily in the firelight. “Then I dare you to kiss Tara.”

The bottle faced Harper, and the bottom faced Zara. "Yay!" Zare yelled excitedly, eyeing Harper as she probably thought of the most insane thing to ask. "Truth or dare?" Harper, rather skeptical, chose dare but with a warning. "If you'd ask me to do anything crazy, please remember that your man is here, too." Zara giggled, "I love her already!" She cleared her throat and continued. "I dare you to…take off your top and show us what color of underwear you're on…"

Everyone held their breath, fearing that they would become the one who was punished. "Ah, Dorothy, it's you!" Nadine pointed to the mouth of the bottle and looked at Dorothy. She raised her eyebrows complacently, "Truth or dare. Pick one." Dorothy and Nadine had known each other before, and they never confronted each other head on. However, they had confronted each other many times that night. She knew inwardly that Nadine would take the opportunity to take revenge on her if she wanted to choose to do a dare. She she said reluctantly, "Truth"

“Spinning works. Who goes first?” We did rock-paper-scissors. Damian won. He spun the bottle, and it seemed to turn forever, the tension building until it stopped, pointing right back at him. “Oh, oh!” I exclaimed, clapping. “You’re up first. Truth or dare?” “How many truths do I get?” he asked. “Let’s do two truths and a dare,” I proposed. “Cool. Truth, then.” I leaned forward, pretending nonchalance. “Do you still love Ann?”