A Thousand Questions Novels & Stories

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.

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“This way, you can take your time. You can choose what to know, and when. And when all your questions are done… when you’ve heard everything…” I hesitated, then met her gaze fully. “You’ll be ready. For Draven. For your father. For what’s coming.” She said nothing for a long time. Just stood there, eyes searching mine for any sign of deceit. Finally, she sighed — a weary, reluctant sound. “Fine. Three questions a day.” Her tone was cautious, but the smallest flicker of curiosity broke through her defenses. I nodded once. “Then it’s a promise.” Aurelia looked away again, but this time her voice was softer. “You’re sure you’ll answer everything I ask?”

"You heard me, go sit on the couch and start working on the questions, I want to see you doing it, so, I would know if you cheated or not" "But--". "No buts! Go on, it's an order".He said. "Ok, sir".She moved to the couch and stared at the questions. Liam saw her hesitating. "Are the questions difficult?". "Um, a little bit".She laughs nervously. "Answer the ones you know that's why I set ten questions, is not compulsory you must answer all of them, answer the ones you are familiar with it". "Ok, sir".She smiled and brought out her pen from her bag and started solving the questions. Liam smiles at her and continues what he was doing.

responded Zero, after remaining silent for a while to cool his thoughts. "Are you tired of waiting for me? Do you have any date plans with other guys there? Oh, or is another good-looking guy over there asking you for a date?" Zero pointed at Zeva with a series of questions. Zero asked his successive questions in a relaxed tone, not at all high or curt. However, it still managed to make Zeva choke.

I had so many questions, a million scenarios ran through my mind but the only thing I could muster was one question: "How?"

I walked off to the bin bag Killian was seated in initially, and he assumed my spot on the chair. “That part is gone. Now, to the main course.” ~~~~~ Killian's POV “And you better keep breathing.” I said to her, “Alright. Shit.” I looked at Katie realizing she has to actually be the one asking the question for it to work. I sighed, disappointed that she wouldn't be able to hear me ask these questions. “Stephen, give me the questions.” I handed them to Katie. “Ask her these questions.” Katie looked down at the laptop where Stephen had typed out the questions.

In a weak voice, I whispered, "Please..." He was quiet for a long minute and we stayed there just like that. As if he was breaking his own rules for me, he ground out, "Three questions. Ask me three questions and I'll answer honestly." I was granted only three questions when I had hundreds but I was still glad. It was, at least, something.

I bombard him with so many questions. "I do not need to answer your question. Only I have the right to question you and your job is to answer my question." "But, I don't know you! Who are you?!!" I swear, this man is frustrating me right now. "My name is Kenneth Domanco. The fir-" "You!!" I cut him off as I widened my eyes again in shock.