Truth Or Die Novels & Stories

They promise to look into it. “.... we don’t want to, but if you lie to us or refuse to answer then we have to. We need to protect our people, our families, and you are in the way. So, this is your choices; tell us everything under a truth oath and be killed swiftly, or tell us everything under a forced truth oath, which is way more painful and get a slow and torturous death afterwards. “You really think I’m going to..” “Yes, I really think you are.” Lillie says, getting out of her chair, walking to stand at the wall besides the side table.

"Charlotte, I'm coming to join you." I floated gently beside him and whispered, "Don't die, Calvin. Enduring it alive is the greatest punishment." Whether it was because he heard me or if he was simply cowardly, he lowered his gun at the last moment, tears streaming down his face. Death was a one-way street, but I had no regrets. I traded my life for the truth and traded my death for their awakening. Though it came too late, at least they finally saw the real me. My consciousness faded, like sinking into the deep sea.

Since I don’t know what I’m running from, and Zeath doesn’t have run as an option… “I pick truth.” “Put your hand in the machine on the table, Mellow,” the voice orders. I obey after hesitating for a bit. “Are you certain ‘truth’ is what you really want? If you see what comes next you may want to change your mind and it’ll be too late. This truth machine will determine the truth of your answer.” Truth machines react to racing hearts. And right now my heart is racing badly. If only Zeath had ‘run’ as an option too, I’d have gone with ‘run’ instead. But I can’t run and leave him. I have to pick truth. But with the involvement of the truth machine, I feel like everything is taking a bad turn.

“The game is simple. We’ll ask two questions each and when the other answers, he has to shoot. It might be the last thing we say so lying is prohibited. There are five empty shots and we have four rounds. You go first.” I shake my head and stand up to leave but he presses the cold metal at the back of my head slowly pulling me down to his lap. My purse fell to the floor and my phone fell out. He pushed them further away before turning me to face him that I was practically straddling him. “Don’t do this please.” I say more calmly. “I...don’t want to die.” “Neither do I.” “How is this different from committing suicide?” “It’s not about death but the truth. If you want to go to heaven tell me t

Turned. Marc collapsed onto the couch—elbows on knees, head in hands, water still dripping from his hair onto the cushions. “They’re cutting me.” Damien knelt in front of him—hands on Marc’s thighs, steadying, grounding. “They won’t. Not if we fight.” “How?” Marc’s voice broke—cracked open, raw. “Everyone knows now. Photos. Audio. The chain. They’ve got everything.” Damien cupped his face—thumbs brushing wet cheeks, wiping rain and tears Marc hadn’t realized were there. “Then we stop hiding. Joint statement. Truth. We’ve been in love since college. Marriage was paper. No conflict—only love.”

Zach begged, still shouting as they cuffed his wrists. "Don't tarnish the word 'love'," I spat. "You covered up the truth about my mom's death, and you almost took away my ability to be a mother! Zach, God will punish every wrongdoer. The divine will not forgive you, and neither will I." At last, the truth of the car accident that had caused my mother's death was revealed. Zach and Kayla were both sentenced to life imprisonment. My belly had already begun to show the smallest of bumps. I stood at my mother's grave for a long time.

Fear flickered in his wide eyes, but despite everything, he was still alive. Then the voice came. Low. Disguised. “You have twenty-four hours to back out of the oil deal with the Sturridge group and let your competitor take over. If you want your friends to stay alive.” It warned, “No police involvement. No tricks. Otherwise, you’ll be left picking up the pieces.” The screen went black.

On New Year's Eve, Gwen Hurst and I attended a reunion with our old classmates. After several rounds of drinks, someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare. Gwen was the first to lose and drew Truth. "What was your biggest regret when it came to love?" She answered without hesitation, but her gaze kept drifting toward her first love, Nikolas Stratton, who was sitting nearby. "My greatest regret was not ending up with the person I loved most. Instead, I married my backup and settled for a life of compromise." The room erupted in shock. Everyone thought I would storm out in anger, but I only smiled and gestured for the game to continue. When it was my turn, the question became, "Have you ev

The night Elias Rhodes died on a coastal highway, officially intoxicated, officially alone. She typed the date into the password field. The folder unlocked. She sat very still. Then she opened it.

"She can't even handle a little excitement? What if she finds out that you chasing her wasn't some 'love at first sight' bullshit? That it was just because you lost a game of Truth or Dare to me that year." "And that anniversary she's so obsessed with? It was just the deadline for our bet." "She'd go completely insane if she knew all that, wouldn't she?" Ronan's expression hardened, and he snatched the cigarette from her hand. "Shut up! You'd better bury that story and take it to your grave!" In that instant, a roar filled my ears. I couldn't hear anything but a constant, high-pitched ringing. I leaned against the wall, my legs weak, as if my bones were being pulled out one by one. I could b