Truths Or Dares Novels & Stories

"But only if you all promise not to cry when I smoke you. Bragging rights sound sweet." Mike chuckled, rubbing his stubbled chin. "Alright, rules: truths have to be honest, dares have to be done, or you're out. Endurance means we keep going until only one's left." The group murmured agreements, shifting closer around the table, the energy picking up like a spark catching dry grass. We drew names from a crumpled hat—the first round started tame, thank god, because my heart was already pounding a little from the anticipation. Sarah went first, picking the truth from Mike.

And even if he'll recognize me, he won't have the tiniest bit of idea that I know what he did. "Why are we just sitting? Let's play a game...common" A red haired guy said, grabbing the attention of everyone. Everyone agreed with his idea. Well, except me who didn't know what to say. "What game are we playing then?" Another guy asked, he was sitting three people at the guy I saw jerking off at the bath, the left I mean. "A daring game..." The red haired guy said and they all agreed. "No limits to the dares, but no death dares are allowed" he gave the rules and they all nodded.

“No backing out, no boring answers.” “Within reason,” Lily added, giving him a look. “Within reason,” he repeated, grinning. Andrea’s nerves prickled. She hadn’t played truth or dare since high school, and even then, she had always picked “truth” just to avoid doing something humiliating. The bottle landed on Maya first. Lucas grinned. “Alright, Maya, truth or dare?” Maya thought for a moment. “Truth.” “What’s one thing you can’t stand about Graham?” Liam asked mischievously.

"What kind of game?" Nicole shrugged, and I suddenly got the feeling this was possibly a scripted encounter. "I don't know, how about Dares in a Hat?" Miranda walked over, "Dares in a Hat? What's that? Is it anything like Truth or Dare?" Now I knew this must have been scripted. Or at least planned. But why? "It is, but instead of picking who to ask, you draw names out of a hat or bowl. And it's Dares only, no Truths," Nicole said.

“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.”

The guy placed a bottle inside the circle we made and kept it in the middle. “Now this game is called, Truth or Dare, I guess most of us are familiar with the game,for those of you that are not, it’s game where we spin the bottle if it’s lands on you the person who spins gets to ask you to choose between Truth or Dare and you can pick any of you choose Truth, you will be asked a question and you must answer sincerely because they’re is a truth detector that detects if you are lying or not and if you choose Dare you would be Dared to do anything and you must, but if you can’t do your truth or Dare you have to drink a full cup of alcohol in one go.” The guy says with a smirk.

“Well, damn. I didn’t know it was that long.” “Still sexy?” I whispered. “Even more so,” he growled. “Your turn.” I looked right back at him. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” “Boring,” Ryan laughed. “Whatever, dare.” Crap, I didn’t have a dare, only more truths I wanted to hear. Or at least, that I thought I wanted to hear. “Fine, I dare you to tell me how it works.” “How what works?” I blushed. “You two, and, you know…”

“Wanna find out for sure?” Reid laughs, his smirk widening as both of them crack up. I splash them, shaking my head. “You two are awful. Seriously, Reid, that was the worst pickup line I’ve ever heard.” Reid shrugs, unbothered, and glances at me with an unreadable look in his dark eyes. “Your turn, Drea. Truth or dare?” I hesitate, knowing whatever he plans won’t be easy. “Dare,” I say finally, against my better judgment.

Of course, we were playing Secrets and Lies. It was a Sinclair family original, designed to break spirits and expose weaknesses. Obviously coined from Two Truths and a Lie, we put our own little spin on it and made it our own thing. The rules were simple. One person made a statement about themselves, and the rest of us had to decide if it was the truth or a lie. If we guessed wrong, the liar got to dare someone to do something ridiculous. If we guessed right, the liars had to do the dare themselves.

"But isn't it supposed to be Truth or Dare? Like, with a choice?" Katrina's laugh was sharp and cold. "No, sweetie. When asked, everyone must choose truth. Although..." Her eyes glinted dangerously. "If someone refuses to answer their truth, they must take a dare instead." My stomach twisted as she continued. "All dares must be completed by both parties involved. And here's the fun part – if one person agrees but the other refuses, the agreeing person faces punishment." "That makes no sense," I muttered under my breath. "Shouldn't the person who refuses be punished?"