50 Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

⚪ I will crushback you ⚪ I will court you ⚪ We're official ⚪ All of the above My lips parted and I stared at the screen in disbelief. Is this idiot that free? Doesn't he have nothing to worry about in his life so I'm the one he always deals with? 2. If my answer is "of course", what would you ask? ⚪ Are you handsome? ⚪ Are you cute? ⚪ Do we look good together? ⚪ All of the above 3. When do you want our anniversary be?

“ don’t think that I am dumb , for goodness sake this is my house and for you to get assured and stop being scared , I want you to know that the bed is waterproof , all I just have to do is for my bed sheet to be changed . I nodded my head to his words and that was when the questions that I have been wanting to ask him came into my head . “ So tell me daddy , can ask you any question . He nodded his head at me and just smiled . I knew that no matter how hard I tried to pretend like I didn’t want to ask that damn questions , I had to ask about it anyway . “ So tell me daddy , you are going to be 50 in a short while and you want to tell me that you don’t have kids and most times I wonder how y

I paused. "You cannot ask any question linked to the previous one...each and every question should be unique...." I said. "Fine" he said. "No uncomfortable question...i will have the choice to abort the question..." I said. "No...its not fair...and there is no such things like uncomfortable between couples..." He said. "But.." i started. "No if and buts...i will not ask you any uncomfortable question...okay?" He said. "Okay. My first question is your happiest moment?" i said.

* * * 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.

“Not that kind of intimate but I would entertain the thought if you were to go there.” “No I don’t plan to go there,” she reassured him as she took another bite of her hen. “Well, I had my assistant, Jacob, research and compile some questions we could go over each night.” “Oh?” “From what I understand some questions are shallow surface questions such as likes and dislikes and some are a bit deeper. I’m not entirely sure where he got these questions but he is very thorough and amazing with research so I’m sure they should serve us well for the intended purpose.”

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.”

“What about before?” I sighed, “It bothers you that I haven’t asked you for anything.” “Nothing comes for free,” her voice was pained and hollow. “You either get your payment upfront or later.” I looked out into the night, “Fine. You can pay me.” Her eyes narrowed and she tensed in her seat. “Answer five questions,” I grinned. “One for each thing in the envelope.” She sat back, “What sort of questions?” I lifted a shoulder, “You can choose not to answer them. I’ll just ask another until you answer five. How’s that?”

I sigh his name. "Hm?" "Can I ask you a question?" "Depends." "On what?" I ask. "On the question," he apathetically shrugs. "How can I know if I can ask you what I want to ask you?" "Is the question appropriate?" "I don't know and I can't know until I ask you." "Just ask," he sighs irritated. "Have you ever been close to that doctor? Anastasia?" I shoot my question and immediately regret it as he squeezes the steering wheel again.

Asking questions like. “Are you new here?” “Never seen you here before,” “Your looks are so exotic, do you give private dances?” “Can I get your number?” “When did you start?” “Damn girl! Is that red hair natural?” “You’re very cute, can I have your number?” “How old are you?” And I was unsure how to answer them so I just went with simple answers. “Yes” “I just started.” “No, I’m new.” “I don’t have a phone.” “A few weeks ago,”

If I decided to ask those questions. Probably not.