50 Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

" Won't you answer my question?" " I'll tell you about this, when the appropriate time comes ..be patient! " We stayed silent for about a whole minute. I didn't know what i should ask him then..it semed that everything i thought of asking him ,well i already asked him! "How many children would you want to have in the futur, Hayley?" "Humm..haha..it's the first time that you ask me this question..well for your answer..humm..maybe two.. How about you?"

They all cheered but he was silent. "The third question, Do you have a boyfriend?" I wonder why she'll ask such a question. " No!" I muttered blatantly making sure he also heard. " Fourth question..." him again? " Sir, you can't ask more than…" he shot him a deadly glare, and everywhere went quiet. " Describe your ideal type?" He's asking such an absurd question. Aren't the question supposed to be work-related why personal life's now? I'll tell him what he wants to hear.

LET'S DO A Q&A! (ASK THE CHARACTER OR ME QUESTIONS!) — you guys, can leave the questions in this chapter...🌼

I asked. "You know what, I'll answer just one question about the surprise dates and after that, you can't ask me any questions again," he negotiated and I thought about it. This was my only chance to get some sort of answer from him, but one question was not going to satisfy my curiosity and he knew. "You are running out of time." "Yes. I agree. I'll ask you a question. Just one question," I paused to think about the question. "Answer all my other questions," I ordered.

“Hey, I can’t spill all my secrets at once. I need something in return.” “What? And this fine dining doesn’t suffice?” I laughed. “Ask me anything of your choice.” I paused with the slice of pizza halfway to my mouth “I’m still waiting.” He asked. I placed it back down. “How many questions do I get?” “One.” “But you asked me several!” “Next time establish parameters before you answer the questions. Make your one count.” I chewed my lip thoughtfully. I could ask about his family too, I wasn’t raised in a normal family but Pierce’s family didn’t seem too normal too. Maybe it was all the wealth.

My throat felt dry. Why were his questions so strange? And his responses to my answers weren’t satisfying. He suddenly leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “What would you do,” he asked slowly, “if you found something in the house that could make you rich overnight?” I blinked. This question I didn’t expect. Was he trying to test if I was a thief or something? “I… I don’t understand,” I responded, looking confused. I just didn’t know what to answer him. “A bag of money. Or something extremely valuable. Something that could change your life.” He asked calmly. This made my heart skip a beat. That was a dangerous question. Probably they wanted to know if the person they were employi

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"Yes. Her parents will be there as well, so she'll go." "Even though she knows you'll be there?" Claire lifts a brow. I didn't think of that. Camilla wouldn't skip the entire thing because of my presence? My pent up excitement fell through. "How do I know if she'll be there?" "There's a thing called asking? It's when you walk up to someone and utter a few words which form a question, then wait a few seconds and they mouth some more words which become an answer." I glared hard. "Ask her."

“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?”