Novel & Cerita A Thousand Questions

“That’s not—” “Because that’s what it sounds like,” he continued, his voice still calm, which somehow made it worse. “You won’t tell me what’s wrong. You won’t tell me what happened. You’ve been acting weird lately. But you want ten thousand dollars and expect me not to ask questions.” I clenched my jaw. “I didn’t say you couldn’t ask. I said I wouldn’t answer.” “That’s the same thing.” “No, it’s not.” “It is when you’re asking me for money.”

It feels less than a laugh and more like a biting rejection of the absurdity of his words. “All my life, I have been asking questions…that you just said were the wrong ones by the way. How the hell am I supposed to know the right questions to ask in the first place?” "You have been asking who abandoned you," his voice is calm and patient, a sharp contrast to mine and that only makes me angrier. "And that's supposed to be wrong? What the hell are you even on about?" “They're not wrong questions, they just don't matter and they will not get you the answers you're desperately craving for."

Lucien leaned back, his fingers gently resting at the base of her spine, with a small, pleased smile playing on his lips. Gerald cleared his throat, in an attempt to regain control. “Is that what you really want to know?” He asked. Eveline nodded without missing a beat of silence. “Yes.” He pursed his lips as he wagged a finger. “I’ve given you five questions. You’re allowed to ask as many as five in a go.” He leaned back, spreading his legs like he was comfortable in his orange get-up. Like he was still in control. “Hit me with all of them. It’s a questions-and-answers session, and I’m sure you have so many things you want closure on.” He smirked.

‘And I only have one question. One question? Grace straightened in her chair, feeling a wave of relief. She’d braced herself for hundreds of questions all exploring the company accounts in minute detail. And she’d been dreading it. ‘Please ask your question.’ She gave him a sunny smile and he watched her for a moment, his eyes fiXed on her face. ‘Tell me, Miss Thacker, how do you sleep at night?’

“And what is your fiancée doing in my company, disguised as a human?” He pauses, uncertainty flashing through his eyes before turning to Zarek who has made himself comfortable on my couch, which is probably swarming with bedbugs, but I don’t think he needs to know that. “And why does she...” Killian trails off. “You ask a lot of questions,” Zarek sighs before withdrawing a neatly folded paper from his pocket. Casually throwing it at Killian, he says, “That should answer most of your questions.”

"Okay, so I will ask you fast questions, and you're supposed to answer them as quickly as possible." I giggle, smiling out into the brisk night. "Game on, I guess?" Killian chuckles before throwing me the first question. "Favorite dessert?" "Cheesecake." "Favorite color?" "Black." "Dogs or cats?" "Both." "A dress or jeans?" "A dress." "Pepsi or Coca-cola?" "Pepsi." "Killian's ass or pecs." "Ass." After I've answered that question, Killian cracks up, and I turn into stone, realizing what I've given him. Without meaning to, I complimented his ass, and now the guy is having a field day.

he tapped the floor lightly, “you start stripping.” I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “Can’t we just skip this question? I’ll answer the next one. Please.” “Nope,” Kaid said, unmoved. “You answer this one.” “Pleaseeeee? Ask me something else.” Kaid leaned back, cool as ever. “Alright. Have you ever faked an orgasm?” “What kind of question is that?” I gawked at him, my voice pitching in disbelief as heat crawled up my neck.

On the other hand, Zaykee gulped as he felt the tension between them, and started to feel the pressure. “H-Han or Chub?” Zaykee stuttered as he asked. Don nodded as a reply to him. Zaykee tried to maintain his emotions and just relax so he could make the best decision. “I have a question for you too,” Zaykee spoke. “What is it?” “Are you gay?” “Gay? Why?”

The video was simply evidence, the kind of thing you placed on a table to make clear you were not working from rumour. “You spoke to her for twenty-three minutes”,Reginald said. Not a question. His father rarely asked questions when he already had the answers. We were near the same window,Adrian said. It would have been rude not to acknowledge her. “Twenty-three minutes is not an acknowledgement,it is a conversation Reginald said with his voice at the middle of anger and calmness. It is a kind of conversation that gets filmed, uploaded and circulated to twelve thousand people before breakfast.” “I am aware.” Adrian replied.

"I know because we are forever always, remember?" I nodded my head slowly, then tipped it to the side. "You'll give me all my kisses, enough to fill this box?" I asked. Chelsea Gabe me another small smile. "All of them. We'll fill up the whole box, and more. We'll collect way more than a thousand. I gasped, I suddenly remembered the box. I pulled out a blank heart and sat down to write. Chelsea kneeled before me and placed her hand on mine stopping me from writing.