A Thousand Questions Novels & Stories

They aren't even questions anymore and he looks like he's ready to devour me by the strain in his pants, but the rest of him looks in absolute control. "No."I squeak out almost immediately, God the urge to please him. "Do I get to ask you the same ques-tions?"I ask curiously. Theron takes me by the throat-gently, but the threat is there and the threat is arousing as hell. "No. You do not. Answer. Has any man ever gotten his fingers on your cunt?" "No." I breathe, watching him, waiting for the minute he breaks to touch me. He finally relents and rests his hands back on my throat.

“That is the beginning.” Imani writes in her notebook. “What if she says fine?” she says. “Ask her again in a different way,” I say. “People say fine because it is efficient. It is the answer that closes the conversation. Ask a question that cannot be closed with fines.” “Like what?” she says. “Like what did you want to be before everything else happened?” I say. “Like, what is the thing you do that makes you forget what time it is. Like, what would you change if you knew it would work?” I pause. “Questions that require an actual answer.”

“Let’s go. We have a lot of questions that they will be answering.” ©COPYRIGHT 2025/T.MURPHY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

“Why don’t you guess?” I narrowed my eyes on him. “That’s not how twenty questions are played.” “I haven’t started playing yet.” More scotch. “Then, what are you waiting for?” “I am wondering if you can handle it.” I stiffened, and my shoulders straightened. “I can handle anything. I am not weak.” He paused. His eyes bore into me and then he said, “Let’s begin then. How many one night stands have you had?”

I heard his voice again, " Shaky..First of all, I want to clear some doubts..Um..Just three questions..Yeah..You have to answer for just three questions..Thats it..After that you can go from here.." I looked at him without understanding anything..What he want to know from me now??..With this thoughts, I nodded as yes.. "Good girl..Why did you come this function??" He asked in a plain tone.. "Why should I tell you?? Leave my hand..Don't waste the water and your time after touching my hand.." I told him furiously.. "Jeez..Backfire dialogue shaky..Good..I'm quite impressed..But shaky I don't allow you to go from here without getting correct reply for my questions" he told me with a snigger..

“How... what?” Blaze shrugs, shoulders rising and falling again a moment later, this time with a deep breath. “Just... how?” He asks again, the word holding a million little questions, most of which lacked a straight answer. Nothing was black and white, nothing ever feeling too easy and ensuring that an answer was much too difficult to provide. Yet the questions kept on coming.

“Uh, yes. Of course.” I narrowed my eyes. “Try that again, dear.” Killian cleared his throat, but I was glad to know he was just joking. “Of course we can, mia amore. We’ll know each other inside and out.” “Correct answer. So. What’s your favorite color?” “Is this going to be a game of twenty questions?” he groaned. “It can be. Same question.” “Black.” “Like your soul?” He chuckled. “Yes. What music do you like?”

The air in the room shifted, growing heavier. “Ava,” Luna prompted, raising her eyebrow. Ava exhaled sharply, sitting up straighter. “Something’s off.” Luna looked at her in confusion, “What do you mean?” Ava pointed at the screen. “Look at his eyes.” Luna did. And then she saw it. There was no reflection in his pupils. No catchlight from the bright studio lights, no mirrored image of the set. Just a void, deep, endless, like looking into something that didn’t belong.

He continued rinsing and drying, leaving me with my mouth hung open and eyes still wide as a saucer. First off, what the hell does he mean by he doesn't relate with humans? Forget it. That's confusing as hell. I don't want to think about it. “I am going to forget; you just try to blow my brain. So the twenty questions are done like this: you ask me ten questions about myself, and I do the same to you. And no, it's not childish. We are getting to know each other.” I explained. “Ok… and if it's a question that I don't feel like answering?”

I sigh, and I turn around with the rest of the guys. After a few minutes of rustling behind me, we hear a small gasp from the young girl. "What is it?" I ask, not daring to look back from the fear that Kenli will beat me with a hammer. "Nothing. She's just cold." I can hear the tremble in her voice. She is obviously lying, people in this family just love to lie. But I shake it off, lying isn't our biggest problem right now. *********************************** Kenli A gasp escapes my lips as I take off her shirt to reveal several hundred cuts covering her body. "What is it?" The one called Alec questions. I look up at him to make sure he isn't looking.