Truths Or Dares Novels & Stories

Jaxon whooped, "Yes! Okay, rules: no backing out, truth or get dared hard. Who starts?" The rain kept pouring on with the hailstones hitting hard, we were now in a circle, and Jaxon spun a bottle from his bag, it landed on me first, of course, "Lange, truth or dare?" I hesitated, heart picking up, because secrets were my enemy, but I picked, "Truth," safer maybe. He grinned wicked, "Okay, what's the weirdest dream you've had lately?" I blinked, easy enough, lied quickly, "Uh, shifting into a cat instead of wolf, chased by dogs." They laughed, Ryker barking, "Lame," Kael smiling, "Sounds nightmare-ish." Bottle spun to Ryker next, Jaxon asking, "Dare, bro?" Ryker nodded, "Dare." Jaxon cackled,

“Let’s play a game.” She snorts. “If you suggest strip poker, I’m calling a cab.” “Not poker.” I step closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her skin. “Truth or Dare. Adult version.” “We’re not teenagers.” “No rules except honesty. No repeats. You dare, I do. I dare, you do. Only way out is to forfeit.” She looks me up and down like she’s calculating odds. But there’s fire in her eyes now, the kind that means I’ve hooked her attention. “What’s your angle?”

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.

"Plead with me, Mia Frank. As long as you ask, I'll reject him. "I won't marry Wendy, and I won't be with anyone else either." Once upon a time, it seemed like I had begged him in the same way. When he appeared before me with different women, I gathered the courage to tell him the reasons for my abrupt departure. But on that day, how did he respond? He said, "Mia, spare me the excuses. "A liar's words. Do you think I'd believe them? "If you want me to listen to your explanation, then get down on your knees and beg me."

Me, Alex and Eddie, versus Eason, James and Katherine. “OK!” James eagerly announces. “First up, Eason.” He hands the ball to Eason. Eason takes the ball. His eyes fall upon me as an evil smile lurks on his face. “Taking shots is boring. The loser has to do something else for punishment.” Bad memories from the past floods back to me as I quickly protest, “I’m not doing Dares!” “Sure,” he casually shrugs. “You can do Truths.” Before I can say no, he raises his hand and throws the ball. He doesn’t even have to aim—and the ball falls directly into the cup in front of me.

I said, my voice shaking slightly. Sylus’ eyes narrowed, but I could see the interest sparking in his eyes. “Truth or dare, huh?” he said, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Alright, I‘ll play. But if I ask you the truth, you have to answer honestly. And if I dare you, you have to do it. No backing out.” I nodded, feeling a sense of desperation was over me. “O-Okay, deal.” I reached for my phone and placed it on the bed between me and Sylus. I pushed the button and the bottle started spinning. The bottle on my phone screen spun around, its red lip pointing in different directions before finally slowing down and coming to a stop, directly pointing at me.

“Jena, are you ready?” “You know that is right.” “Ria, are you ready?” “Let us begin!” “Okay…so the rules are simple. We are going to be playing a truth and dare and it is going to be a dirty one. When it gets to your turn, you take a sip from the wine here and pick your truth or dare. Everyone is only allowed to choose three truths throughput the game. If you fail to perform the dare that was given to you, then you have to drink from this concussion of drinks , food, salt, raw animals and whatever gory combination you can think about.”

Ezekiel teased, a playful glint in his eyes. I sighed dramatically. "Okay, now my turn." I spun the bottle, watching as it whirled on the table before landing on him again. I smirked. "Again? Truth or dare?" "Truth," he answered, sticking with his choice. "Truth again?" I asked, arching an eyebrow. "Are you afraid of dare?" Ezekiel chuckled, shaking his head. "When the opponent is you, I should be." I rolled my eyes with a sigh. "Alright then. Tell me, have you ever had a one-night stand?"

The email subject line read: The Truth About Zara Cole. Attached below a short, cruel paragraph rehashing the same lie Derek had spread two years ago — twisted now with new details about her time at this university, painting her as a manipulative girl who'd already ruined one relationship through deceit and was now doing the same thing to "an unsuspecting, well-respected member of student government" — was the photo. The one from two years ago. The one she'd spent two years believing was gone forever.

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.