Truth Or Dares Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“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?”

Desire burns in his eyes as he scans me from head to toe. I clear my throat and grin at him. I hate myself for what I'm about to do. But fùck it. "Truth or Dare, Damien." "Dare." His voice is husky. "I dare you to fùck me." ***

He spun the bottle, and it landed on one of their colleagues, who chose a harmless dare. The game continued, light and jovial at first, with silly dares and innocuous questions. But when the bottle spun and landed on Damion, the mood shifted. “Truth or Dare?” Lily asked, her voice tinged with hesitation. “Truth,” Damion said smoothly, his gaze steady. Lily exchanged a glance with Carmela before asking, “What’s the most reckless thing you’ve ever done?” Damion’s lips curled into a faint smirk, but his eyes remained cold. “Marry someone I didn’t trust,” he said evenly.

“Shhh, don’t tell anyone. I’ve got a reputation to protect.” Somehow, we ended up playing Truth or Dare. Because what else do you do in a blackout? We stuck to light dares at first. Singing off-key, trying to do pushups with one arm. Then truths that brushed against personal. “Have you ever fallen in love?” I asked him. He looked at me for a beat too long before shaking his head. “Not really.” It felt honest. And then it was my turn. “Dare,” I said, trying to lighten the mood.

“No, bitch. It’s truth or dare. With stakes.” “What kind of stakes?” I asked warily. Kassandra held up her phone, where a notepad app read: > No skips. No soft dares. No safe truths. If you back out, you do a body shot off a stranger downstairs. Or kiss the bouncer. Or… fúck someone Your choice.> My soul left my body and before I could blink, the bottle spun. “Okay, Cass…” Davina said, licking her lips as it stopped. “I dare you to—” She leaned in, grinning with devilish glee. “—let this guy eat sushi off your stomach. Blindfolded.”

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?"

Between teasing breakfasts, stolen glances, and the kind of chemistry that refuses to fade, Mimi starts to wonder if a reckless game might have led her to something real. —- /Mimi/ If I had known saying “Truth” three times in a row would land me in this mess, I would’ve picked “Dare” sooner. “Alright, Mimi,” Tasha said, grinning like a cat that had just spotted cream. “Truth or dare?” I narrowed my eyes at her over the half-empty bowl of popcorn between us. “You’re smiling too much for that to be a normal question.” She leaned forward on the couch, chin resting on her hand. “That’s because I’ve been waiting for this all night. So… Truth? Or dare?”

My stomach twisted, but I knew there was no escaping it. The first few rounds were harmless. Dumb dares. Embarrassing truths. Somebody had to run to the mailbox shirtless, another admitted to peeing in the pool last summer. But soon, the dares got sharper. Riskier. “Kendra!” one of the boys called, grinning wide. “Truth or Dare?” Kendra lifted her chin, smirking. “Dare.” The boy’s grin widened. “I dare you to… make out with Caleb.”