Truth Or Dare Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

I had not the slightest idea what Jason wanted of me "I-" "Let me see you," He repeated, his finger making a circular movement on the surface of my swollen lips. His face looked sincere and adoring, but his mind, a completely different story. Understanding I was clueless to his demands, Jason slid my brassiere off with a gentle motion, following the fabric up my ribs with kisses. "Truth or dare?" He whispered. A coy smile crept up my lips and I looked him straight in the eye. "Dare," His features implied that he was taken aback by my reply. He really did think I was that boring. "I dare you to remove your panties while you look at me," He whispered, licking his lips.

But still, he didn't seem like a person who had any evil intent or was messed up in the head like Blake. Truth or dare? Aiden asked himself. After a short moment, he answered. "I choose....” He trailed off. "Dare." . . TBC Written by Authoress Kamara

The company was preparing to host a major client from Qamaria. So, I pulled three straight all-nighters to put together a flawless reception plan. Unfortunately, I made a critical mistake in the middle of all that work. I completely forgot about the Qamarians' restrictions regarding the consumption of pork. By the time I realized my blunder, the menu featuring roast suckling pig had already been submitted to the catering department and could no longer be recalled. I slumped at my desk, my back drenched in cold sweat. If the client took offense, not only would the $300 million contract fall through, but I'd likely also be blacklisted by the entire industry. Just as I despaired and opened

He does not. Instead, he reads it again, and the words open in his chest with a pain that feels too private for publication. The line is good. Worse, it is true. That has always been Julian’s defense. Truth belongs on the page. Truth earns its place. Truth does not apologize for making powerful men uncomfortable. But this truth has Adrian’s breath on it. Julian leans back in his chair and rubs one hand over his face.

I reply, nodding my head toward the bottle in the center. He chuckles. “What's your name?” “Himera,” I say as someone spins the bottle. “What's yours?” He tells me his name, but I don't catch it over the cheer that erupts from the circle. The bottle has landed on two girls, and everybody seems excited about that. “Truth or dare?” The one at the base of the bottle asks. “Dare,” the girl at the top says. “I'll always pick dare.” “Well, I dare you to get your ass over here and kiss me,” the first girl says.

He obliges. The next few truths and dares go around. Jennie is dared to give Marco a lap dance in front of everyone, which she does. I swear that girl is low-key crazy. Frank reveals to everyone his favourite sex position. The game gets crazier as a couple more nasty rounds are played. My guts were indeed right about this game not being a child's play. "Nate, truth or dare?" Victor asks, sounding half drunk. My eyes dart to Nate in anticipation of what he will choose. This is his first time playing in the game, and I wonder what he will pick. Will he pick truth or—

I drew a hard line when it came to taking three shots of whiskey, and I wouldn't let anyone pressure me into crossing it. Cigarette still between his lips, Lennox tossed the torn napkin back into the hat. "Pick again." Damn him and his movements. My blood heated at his confidence, a perfect match for my own. I made another choice. "Truth," I read the neatly written question that I believed belonged to Kaleb. "What's your greatest fear?" I paused for a moment, not needing much contemplation. "Watching someone I love die." Lennox rubbed my back beneath my shirt, and as the others made their bets, Perry lost his last die and picked the dare to take three shots of whiskey.

When Luca finally collapses back onto the log, breathless but smug, Jace claps, looking immensely entertained by his brother’s shamelessly awkward performance. “Next round.” Luca spins the bottle. This time it lands on Reed. “Truth or dare?” Jace asks. “Dare,” Reed says easily, tossing a marshmallow into his mouth. This man never stops eating. Jace smirks. “Alright. I dare you to do a handstand until I count to ten.”

My name is Zara, 20 years old, and I was the one who suggested Truth or Dare. “Rules are simple,” I said with a mischievous grin. “No backing out. No chickening out. If you refuse, you drink.” Everyone cheered. The circle included my best friend Chloe, her boyfriend Marcus, my roommate Elena, the quiet but hot guy from my psych class named Liam, the athletic soccer player Derrick, the flirtatious party girl Sophia, and the mysterious transfer student Jax. The game started innocently enough. Chloe dared Sophia to do a body shot off Derrick’s abs. Laughter erupted as Sophia licked salt from his skin. Derrick dared Liam to confess his biggest crush. Liam blushed and admitted it was Elena.

"Derek, truth, or dare?" "Dare," "Yell out the first word that comes into your mind," Tyler said. "BREASTS!" Derek yells out. We burst out laughing and continue with the game. "Vanessa, truth, or dare?" Derek asks. "Truth," I answer. "Which player would you like to swap lives with for a week?" He asked. "Uhh, I don't know, Hails, I guess?" I respond "Why?" Hailee questioned. "Becau--"