Truth Or Dares Novels & Stories

“Kid-friendly version. No scandals. No secrets dragged into the bonfire. Just innocent fun. Right, Amara?” Amara’s eyes lit up like Christmas morning. “Yes! Truth or Dare!” I sighed, because once again, I had no chance of winning against her enthusiasm. “Alright. But only if it stays innocent.” Nicholas placed a hand over his chest in mock offense. “You wound me. My honor as game master is impeccable.” “Your honor is nonexistent,” Tristan muttered. Nicholas pretended not to hear. “Okay, I’ll start! Amara—truth or dare?” “Dare!” Amara squealed without hesitation.

“I’m dead serious. Trust me, this version of truth or dare won’t be anything like the one you played in middle school.” “At least, I hope not,” he adds, chuckling. It’s an absurd suggestion, but I have to admit I’m intrigued. Apparently I’m not the only one. “What are the rules?” Jesse asks. “First of all, no truths. Just dares. In every round, every person gets to dare one other person to do something. At the start of the round, everybody wagers something.” “Like a buy in?” I ask. Axel nods and continues. “Your dare can be anything, but if the other person backs out, they can call your bluff.”

I glanced at Sally and made my way towards the circle. Sally sat beside Ava, while I joined the guys at the other side. The guy clapped his hands again. “Rules are simple. Truth or dare. You do what you’re asked, or you take two shots. And no boring questions.” Everyone cheered. “Let’s start with you.” He pointed across the circle at Blake, who sat a few inches away from me." Blake grinned. “Truth.” “Fine.” He leaned forward. “What’s the most embarrassing place you’ve ever hooked up with someone and with who?”

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.

Gone were the indoor slippers that had been mine. Oh, Elena, this was such a farce. I set my suitcase down and turned to look at Tracy. "I haven't heard the answer yet. What's the deal with that kid you mentioned?" Tracy's smile hardened. She instinctively let go of Alaric's arm, but he pulled her back and flapped his hand at me dismissively. "It was just a joke, Elena! Don't take it seriously. It was only a game of truth or dare."

Talk about bad Karma. “Truth or dare, babe.” Danny grinned and I almost gulped at the question. “Dare.” I blabbered out in a panic. “I mean, truth!” I took it back almost immediately but everyone started shaking their heads with a grin. Why the hell did I blabber out Dare when I was supposed to pick truth?!

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.

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.

“I haven’t played that since I was a teenager. What are the rules?” “Simple,” George said, taking a seat opposite her, his eyes gleaming. “We spin. Whoever it lands on chooses: Truth or Dare. If you choose Truth, you answer the question posed honestly and completely. If you refuse, or we deem your answer a lie…” He gestured to a row of shot glasses filled with a clear liquid. “You drink a penalty shot of this special vodka. It’s… potent.” “And if you choose Dare?” Ruby asked, her voice a whisper.

“Let’s play never-have-I-ever,” Kiara announces loudly, already plotting chaos. “… the truth-or-dare version.” Everyone scoots closer into a loose circle. Alejandro settles to my left. Axel wedges himself between Kiara and me. And somewhere across the fire, Damion’s eyes never leave mine. “This is how it works,” Kiara says. “Regular game — you say something you’ve never done, and anyone who has drinks.” She grins. “But in this version, you can lie. However, if someone calls you out, it’s truth or dare.”