Novel & Cerita 50 Questions To Ask

“What did you just say to me?” “I asked a question. Answer it,” the woman said, leaning back and crossing her legs. “Did she attend a university? Yes or no?” “Well… yes, but—” “I didn't ask for a ‘but.’ If you can’t answer a simple closed-ended question, you’re going to fail the interview within five minutes. Keep your ‘buts’ to yourself.” The girl in green turned bright red. “Why are you helping her? Don't tell me… did you go to that pathetic Sunnyside school, too?”

“So, we each get to ask five questions and the other person has to answer truthfully. No passing, no lying. Just straight up truth.” “Mmmm. I like it. Let’s do it.” “Ok,” I say, pleased that he likes my idea. “So who goes first?” “Ladies first." “Well, thank you, kind sir. Let me think.” Taking a minute, I come up with a question. “Ok, question 1: Why do you like me?” “Ha!” Carter barks with laughter. “Straight for the jugular, huh?” “Yup,” I'm pleased that I've ruffled him for once.

i asked pointing to the house "Why do you ask ?"he asked "Please just answer me? Did some one live in that house before?"i asked "Yes some one lived there"he said "Who? Tell me more David, tell me who lived there" "I can't tell you that?" "Okay fine just one more question, you just have to say yes or no"I said quickly "The person who lived in that house, was it a girl"I asked and he stood Quiet for a while "I can't answer that question"he replied

“What do you want to ask?” “Will you reject me if I give birth to a girl?”

I read through some and then I shook my head and dropped it as I got to my feet, placing my hands over my head. “This is ridiculous,” I said. He looked up. “What is ridiculous?” “These questions. One of them is asking whether I’ve had an abortion. What kind of stupid question is that?” “Like I said,” he reiterated, “these are possible questions… questions to get you off guard, to get you angry, mad, to make sure that you are put off your game.” “Well, I’m surely put off my game by these questions,” I said. “What do you want me to say in court when they ask me all these questions?”

I replied, suddenly realizing that my palms were sweating. "Where do you see yourself in five years?" he said, cocking his head to the side. I blinked confusedly at him, then I said, "Seriously? You light candles, play Marvin Gaye, and your opening line is a job interview question?" He grinned at me and said, "What? I'm trying to get to know you. You know, put you at ease. Isn't that what people do before they... you know?" "Fuck?" I deadpanned.

“Always so cocky, huh?” “Like I will always say, it's called confidence,” Dominique smirks as he says. “Alright. Twenty Questions. Who asks and who answers?” “We'll take rounds. You'll ask, I'll answer. And then I'll ask, you'll answer. Honest answers only.” “Great. You go first.” I say, dropping the sucked lemon slice on the coaster as I take small sips from my drink through the little straw. “Give me a short bio about you.”

“Okay what?” “You can call her while I review some of the questions here,” she shrugged. “No, I’ve changed my mind,” he said, putting the phone don on his desk. “It’s okay, you can ask me anything.” “I wish,” she smiled. “But I can only ask you these questions made by my boss.” She then proceeded to ask her relevant questions, relevant meaning it wasn’t about his love life or his previous relationships. Questions she expected from Anika. She was the last person that would ask him question fit for a slam book.

He laughed like a housewife sharing the most casual of gossip. "I, of course, just want to urge you to ask her the right questions. Nothing drastic, of course! Maybe ask, how did Gideon Powers suddenly end up dead after his clear life sentence? And how did Delta Natalia end up dead as well in quite a similar fashion? Oh, and do ask who was responsible for a certain cake shop fire that turned literally everyone and everything to ash."

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