50 Questions Novels & Stories

I suggested pulling his attention back on me, better, "I want to know more about you." "5 questions." I frowned as he spoke pouting a bit willing him to alter the number and he didn't look like he was going to heed as he raised his palm with his outstretched five fingers, great. "Fine." I scoffed waddling in the pool loving how he step on the bank watching my every move and following me as I swam, "First one." "Hmmm." "Would you rather be burned or whipped?" An intelligent, very necessary, and important question Amara, Cora growled in my head but I ignored her.

The next question appeared on the screen and showed two of five. “What disappears as soon as you say its name?” “This is stupid,” I said and the walls moved again. I typed in ‘silence’ and the next question appeared. “How many letters are in the alphabet?” I grinned as I typed in 26. The walls moved closer again. I tried again and typed in 11. The fourth question appeared. “Which word in the dictionary is always spelled incorrectly?” I quickly typed ‘incorrectly’ and the fifth question appeared.

Lucien leaned back, his fingers gently resting at the base of her spine, with a small, pleased smile playing on his lips. Gerald cleared his throat, in an attempt to regain control. “Is that what you really want to know?” He asked. Eveline nodded without missing a beat of silence. “Yes.” He pursed his lips as he wagged a finger. “I’ve given you five questions. You’re allowed to ask as many as five in a go.” He leaned back, spreading his legs like he was comfortable in his orange get-up. Like he was still in control. “Hit me with all of them. It’s a questions-and-answers session, and I’m sure you have so many things you want closure on.” He smirked.

"On this table are four slips of paper, each with a question... each one will be placed on my body. You choose where. If you don't want to answer..." "I'll lick the place where the paper was," he interrupts confidently. "Oh! I... well, all right," I stammer, wondering what I'm getting myself into.

* * * We'd arrived home and at the moment, we were seated in Cas' bed about to play a game of twenty-one questions. "Little SP, I didn't want this to be a get to know you session or a virgin game so I got the questions pack." He waved it in the air. " Which set or edition is that?" I asked. " Fifty questions, naughty edition." He smirked. " Totally expected it." I rolled my eyes. "The cards are numbered so we'd pick at random and on this sheet we'd tick the already picked card." He said and handed me the pencil. " And we'd make it fast too so it doesn't get boring. It'll be a speed game." I said.

he smiled, “Hmm, I almost buried the lead.” “Before what?” “The game is called twenty-one questions, but because you have more than I do, I will modify it to five questions.” “What the hell kind of modification is that?” “I wasn’t finished. We will modify it to five questions in five phases. So rather than twenty-one questions, they will be twenty-five.” He said, then scratched his neck, “During the first phase, you or I will ask five questions continuously, and I will answer with as much detail and honesty as I can. But in the second to fifth, it will be a question and answer session.”

He watched me a while before responding, "Let us play a game." I drew down my eyebrows in curiosity. "You never struck me as one who played games." He laughed, "Well, it depends. Are you in or not?" I nodded, sipping some milk from my glass. "It is called five questions. You get to ask me five questions and I will answer as honestly as I can. And vice versa," he explained. "That is how conversations work. Why does it have to be a game?" I deadpanned. "Because," he shrugged.

Baby Robbie and Baby Zetty spent a lot of time and effort trying to make things difficult for Angeline. They collected ten hardest questions to ask Angeline. When Baby Zetty handed the question book over to Angeline, she also warned her solemnly and said, “Aunty Whatever, I hope you can finish these ten questions on your own. You can’t ask my daddy.” Angeline took a look at the booklet and uh, the ten questions involved physics, chemistry, maths, biology, music, and sports. What was even more shocking was that there actually was a question on dating skills.

When I turned the page, I realized this was no ordinary test. Question 1 read: “How long have you been a cheating fuck slut?” I looked up at the boss. He stared back at me, completely serious. “To have any hope of getting the job, all questions must be answered. There are twenty in total.” My heart raced, and my pussy clenched with fresh need. I answered every filthy question as honestly as I could, each one turning me on more: - There are two cocks in front of you. Which of your three fuck holes would you prefer to be stuffed first?

Zoya whispered. "I need help" He whispered behind her. "Which ques ?" She asked. "10th question " He looked around. "OK wait" Zoya checked the question paper but couldn't find the 10th question. There were only 9 questions. "Idiot. There is no 10th question !" She whispered, checking at the examiner. Examiner walked passed by their bench in a straight row. "What? but I've in my question paper" Sahir whispered. "Hun?" Zoya got shocked after hearing what Sahir said. She thought her question paper is faulty. That might forget to print the 10th ques.