A Thousand Questions Novels & Stories

“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.

“What’s going on here?” His eyes burned with questions I had no answers for.

Letting Kairav turn her body into his pillow. "So... how was the examination?" asked Camilla to fill in the blanks. "I was asked 80 questions," replied Kairav still in his position hugging the waist of the one he loved, while his gaze traveled through the glass walls of the villa. "Were you able to answer them well?" asked Camilla. "I tried my best," added Kairav. "What were the tricky questions?" she asked again. "Almost all of them," chuckled Kairav. "I had trouble catching my breath because I was so tense. It's a good thing I didn't have a sudden tremor."

The look in his eyes was a little distant, but I refused to be intimidated. “Yes, I did. I have some questions for you.” “Questions? I asked, starting to feel weird. Why would he have questions for me? Questions? What answers could I possibly give? “Have you ever turned, completely?” he asked, and there was a tiny hint of desperation in his voice. “This is all coming unexpectedly. Why are you asking, all of a sudden?” “I just asked you a question, Serena. And you should give me an answer.” “I really do not understand. A minute, you're understandable, and another, you're complicated.”

“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.”

The host nodded his head, agreeing to her answer. "Possibly. Oh well, so here is the question. If you were given a chance to return from your past, is there someone you would like to meet? If there is, what do you want to say to him/her? A very serious question coming from a mysterious person. Interesting." Everly's hand froze instantly. Her lips froze into a smile as she looked at the paper being held by the host. Her eyes started to well up as she looked up slightly, to stop them from falling. "Are you okay Everly?" The host asked worriedly.

“How many women have you slept with?” My question came from nowhere, and I avoided Nicholas’s agitated gaze as a tense silence engulfed us. "I... I don’t want to answer that,” he replied. “You don’t have a choice,” I said sternly and he began to nibble on his lip. “Hey, I told you mine. I won’t be upset… as long as it is less than a thousand.” His eyes widened at my words. “It is not more than a thousand, right?” I asked, my hands almost flying to my mouth in shock.

He said with a horrified face. "It's like you made up your mind to decline everything." I pouted. "We can do the questions thing. And only truth accepted." "Okay like 20 questions. So you go first?" He thought for a moment, "How do you feel if you woke up and you are famous?"

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He blurts out after walking for a few minutes. “What?” “Have you ever heard of twenty questions?” I give him an incredulous look. “Of course I have. Everyone has heard of twenty questions. You ask a question, then I ask a question until we get to twenty.” “Right. We should play that and I can answer your questions and then I can get some answers of my own.” He offers. I roll my eyes at him. “I thought you didn’t want to answer any more questions?” He makes a face I’m not quite able to discern before he exhales.