50 Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

I asked with a very calm and persuasive voice, like I was talking to an angry toddler. Slowly, he looked up from the papers again and arched an eyebrow at me, a questioning look in his bored eyes. “Why are you suddenly asking me that? Why do you want to know?” He asked. Ugh! I exclaimed inwardly, this is what I had wanted to avoid, a question for a question, Ares was so tiring. “Well, you know…” I didn’t know what to say, but I had to get some information from him, it was a necessity. “Oh common just tell me, are you guys friends?”

“I think three is just about enough if you know what you want. You can know pretty much everything you need to know in three questions. And in addition to my little set of rules, you can’t ask more than one question per question. Deal?” She hummed, obviously giving it a lot of thought. “Just a question per question? And I can’t be ambiguous about it, can I?” “In other words, don’t bite more than you can chew. I am giving you an opportunity because I want this—” I pointed between us, “to work. I need it to work because I don’t think I can deal with a new face again.” “Unfortunately, this has to work for me too.” She said in a low voice, almost like she was doing a soliloquy.

He continued rinsing and drying, leaving me with my mouth hung open and eyes still wide as a saucer. First off, what the hell does he mean by he doesn't relate with humans? Forget it. That's confusing as hell. I don't want to think about it. “I am going to forget; you just try to blow my brain. So the twenty questions are done like this: you ask me ten questions about myself, and I do the same to you. And no, it's not childish. We are getting to know each other.” I explained. “Ok… and if it's a question that I don't feel like answering?”

I say, sending in a list of get to know you dating questions. Thane goes through the long pile of questions, a chuckle breaking off his lips while he reads through. “Okay, this is good. But why does it have lots of nasty questions” he asks, lifting his eyes up. “I just placed a balance of sexual and emotional questions” I blurted out, not really wanting to let out the truth of its originator, but that seems to already be on the table. My hands shield cover my face. Thanes stare isn't exactly innocent, but a mix of slutty and amazement. I guess no one really knows what's in your brain, until you let it off.

What if…. Trying to kill the nervousness, I tried engaging Sebastian in a conversation. “Can I ask you about something personal?” I inquired “If I say no, will you still ask?” I nodded “it depends” “So, how many girlfriends have you had” He scanned my face suspiciously. “Zero” he said. What! This is Sebastian Drew we’re talking about. It’s almost impossible. “How many boyfriends have you had?” He asked me. “Are we playing twenty questions now?”

I finally ask. Time to start getting some answers.

“How about we play a game? Something lighthearted. 20 Questions?” He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “20 Questions? What, like, we take turns asking random questions?” “Exactly,” I said, feeling my pulse quicken. “We ask anything—no filters, no restrictions. And you have to answer honestly. It’ll be fun.” He chuckled. “Alright, love, you’re on. You can go first.” I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the onslaught of questions that was about to come. “Alright, here’s an easy one. What’s your favorite food?”

Then he leaned over my back still moving inside me and said right in my ear “I’m gonna ask you a question right now and you better answer fast or I’ll spank that pretty ass so hard you’ll feel it tomorrow.” I was still catching my breath from how deep he was. “What question?” He thrust hard once. “Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” “Yeah obviously,” I snapped back quick. He chuckled. “Good girl. That’s one. Now here’s the deal. I’m asking you ten questions total while I’m inside you. Answer right away no thinking no wasting time or you get spanked for each one you miss. Got it?” I nodded fast because I was already turned on and a little scared and a lot excited. “Fine. Ask.”

I asked him all of the sudden, breaking the silence between us. "Hmm? Aren't we too old for games?" He muttered in response. I rolled my eyes at him, "Didn't you want for us to get to know each other?" "Yeah. But what does that have to do with a game?" "Do you know the 'twenty-one questions' game?" I asked. He shook his head, looking so clueless, "What's that?" "Simple. We'll take turns in asking until we reach twenty-one questions," I said. "I'll start. What's your ideal type?"

Leigh simply answered him. "Second thing you must know is to be bold and ask why. Just because someone is making demands and giving ultimatums doesn't mean you have to answer them without question. If they ask you later, you can also ask. That doesn't mean that he's the lawyer; you have no right to question him too. That is also another way for you to avoid answering them. That's not illegal, so just ask if you want." "Noted."