A Thousand Questions Novels & Stories

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

"Okay, I accept your request, you want to ask me something? You tell me, if it is within my understanding, I will answer." Sarah was very serious. She sat in front of Millianna. She stared into Millianna's eyes, she didn't want to be deceived by Millianna. Millianna looked at Sarah's nervous look, and she smiled again, Millianna gave a scornful smile, then she spoke. "Don't stress, these questions are all about you, so you can definitely answer them. The first question is, Between you and me, who does Erica love more?" A bullshit question came out of Millianna's mouth, Leon didn't expect Millianna to ask questions like this, Leon was quite angry. He looked at Millianna with disdain, then he

~Kennedy Pov~ I frowned at the question and turned to look at Killy, I raised my eyebrow, “Where are all these questions coming from, Killy?!” I asked with my confused gaze on him. He shrugs nonchalantly, “Just checking to see if you aren't tempted. That's all!” He responded. I pulsed my lips then held him and muttered, “I don't want you to change. We can be your strength and you are already powerful enough. We shouldn't be greedy.”

“Clean them.” I sucked greedily, tasting myself, eyes locked on his. My chest heaved, tits still heaving under the net. He stepped back, wiping his hand on his trousers, that dark smirk back on his face. “That was for the three correct answers. Now I’m giving you ten more questions. Get every single one right… and maybe you’ll get this dick.” He dropped the fresh worksheet in front of me, eyes burning. I stared at the paper, pussy still throbbing, ass still burning, heart slamming against my ribs. Ten questions. If I got them all right he’d finally fuck me. My hands shook as I picked up the pen.

Gilbert stared at Kisa momentarily before asking again, "Who's the man whom you loved with your entire life?" "Sorry, Mr. Kooper, but that's your second question." The rule was that every person could only ask one question. That was why Kisa had the right to not answer his question. Gilbert stubbed out the cigarette butt and the sparks instantly went out. He threw the extinguished cigarette butt into the ashtray. He had an indifferent expression as if he merely asked the question on a whim, and he did not care if she answered his question or not. Suddenly, Peter clapped his hands and laughed, "Does anyone else have any questions for her? If not, we can go for the next round."

Before she knew it she had finished more than a hundred questions and there was still time on the screen, but the questions keep popping up one after the other. Seven didn’t bother to keep checking the time and just continued to answer the questions one after the other. She also noticed that some of the questions were repeated but their wording was different, however, she would answer them all the same way in case she was in charge of the situation and she had to handle it.

also, if we are going to work out then we should know each other. It’s not like I wanted to ask complex questions. I just want to know trivia things about him. like the little of the little details like his favorite food, his favorite season, his favorite movie. Stuff like that. “Ask me anything.” I told him. “No, you ask me. I already asked one question. You should get a chance too. We can continue once I return. Let’s play a hundred questions. It can be anything.” I blinked at his words. Why does he keep shocking me? Let’s play a hundred questions? Let’s play? Play? Wow.

I decided to ask again, partly just to give myself a chance to finally let go. "Isabelle, we've been together for seven years. This is my hundredth proposal. Come on, stop messing with me." She rolled her eyes, not even trying to hide how little she cared. "So what? I've known Ron for over 20 years. Does that mean less than our seven years of relationship? "I've said it 99 times, and this is the hundredth. Listen carefully. If Ron never gets married, neither will I. That's the promise we made when we were kids. Besides, why do we need a flimsy piece of paper to prove our relationship?"

"...amm... Except that too." "While using my name, or my place where do you exactly do your night outs?" Cathy asked. "..." "Why does Thomas Mat's opinion on this matter worry you?" Ray asked. "..." "Answer us Kiara." "...why do you guys have so many questions? Are you my question book or something?" "We have questions because you don't answer us." Every single question was legit. Every single question was related to Noah. And every single question makes sense. She can't answer any of it. Only now she realizes how Cathy and Ray must be feeling towards her. Helpless.

They asked me a lot of questions about my childhood, my mom, my episodes, and my medication. I answered each one. Finally, Dr. Ally Martin said, "We need to understand what you’re like during an episode. Can you try to recall how it felt?" I closed my eyes. The scene flashed through my mind: fragments, white powder, me kneeling on the floor, too afraid to touch it. My hands started trembling. As my heart sped up, my breathing grew uneven.