A Thousand Questions Novels & Stories

•••●[][]After Hundred Years[][]●••• A little sweet three-year-old girl with brown hair was watching her young mother gardening impatiently with hundred questions in her mind. The mother, who was struggling to find answers to her each questions, suddenly felt relaxed when she saw her brother in law coming near them. While he was nearer them she said with a smile by turning to the girl, "my little one..l think your uncle is apt for answering your this silly questions." When a handsome young man in a black jeans and white t-shirt came near them, the mother said to him "Sandy, come here and help me to answer your niece's unlimited questions. I am tired of it and l have other works to do than thi

She said. The Kings smiled hearing her. "Twenty questions is a game ever we ask each others questions about them." Rose told them. "You want to know about us?" Zachariah asked. "I do." She said excited. Zachariah pulled her over him and made her lay above him. "Ask whatever you wish to." He said, nuzzling his face in her hairs. "What is your favorite colour?" She asked making Vladimir and Zachariah laugh at her question. "This is what you wanted to ask love." Vladimir chuckled.

i asked him , grabbing my pen to write down his answers . " Of course "he said . “ Oh , so the first question is , how do you feel about being too mush successful at this young age?” “don't feel anything, this is the age of success “ anyway “ I see ... okay next , do you consider anyone as threat or a competitor to you ? “ “a threat, yes , competitor , no “ As much as that answer was confusing , I didn't wanna push him any further, I didn't wanna be one of those girls who came out sobbing , so i let it drop .

"No, I have asked 5." "Well, it feels like 100." "Because my questions make sense, you exhausted yours with stupid questions." Questions like; Have you ever thought of going blonde? What do you think about pizza? Do you smell your feet?. "I haven't exhausted my question, I have 2 more questions left." "How do you feel about death?" I asked. "Geez, are you trying to make me sad or what?" "Just answer, Creep." "Inevitable." I waited for him to add more to the known word.

“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.”

The interviewer gushed as I nodded my head in thanks at her compliment. "Thank you, and so do you." Ines replied, taking the woman by surprise with her kind words, revealing to me that this woman was one of those people that had previously believed all the rumours she heard about her. "Ines, we've got so many questions for you, but not nearly enough time to ask them all, so to start off, I'd like to ask you how you are? In both life, and work?"

, she asked while raising her left brow which is kind of intimidating. "I'm 26, Miss Portia", I answered politely. "Hmmm, do you have enough experience with household chores? Cleaning the house, gardening, cooking?", she questioned me with a sarcastic tone. I almost lose my temper but remembering the orphans that I need to support made me just hold it. "Yes, Miss"; I responded with all courteousness. "It seems that you're not used to it. Look at your arms, your hands, and your thighs. They don't fit in the works that we have in here", she told me without even blinking.

I sat on my bed, phone in hand, waiting for Kyle's response. The minutes ticked by, and I found myself checking my phone every few seconds. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, my phone buzzed with an unknown ID which I know it was Kyle . I quickly opened the message, and my eyes scanned the screen. He had sent me a list of questions he had sent to the show, along with the answers he expected me to give. I scrolled through the list, my mind racing with thoughts. Some of the questions and answers were ridiculous , but others were more probing.

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.

Her disappointment stung harder than the IV in my arm. "Shawn is the head of a mafia family. Ruthless and cold. Do you think a man like that would ever be gentle to a woman who tricked him into marriage? Do you think using suicide will make him care?" She scoffed. "Grow up. If you pull this stunt again, no one’s going to save you." No comfort. No concern. Just shame. I stared at the tiny holes in my hand from the needles and wondered when exactly I became someone so easy to give up on.