Novel & Cerita All About Me Questions

He grumbled. "Are you sure? Because I think I really want to hear the story instead." I smirked. Mia chuckled. "Fine, I'll spare you this time. But let me just say, it was epic." Noah rolled his eyes. "Sure it was. Anyway, let's get to the game." "I'll start." Val said. We all readied ourselves, mouths moving as we chewed on the snacks. "Which one of these questions is a lie? I had a one night stand with a popular musician. I'm allergic to cheap fur. Mia is the love of my life."

"What do you mean by a different way?" "Tell me everything about your friend. Is he married or single? Does he have a girlfriend, a baby mama, or a child? Is he responsible? Has he met his mate yet? Has..." She bombarded me with more than a hundred questions in a minute. Where would I even start? I shouldn't have come here in the first place. "No, he's not in a relationship, and he has no children."

"We've already gone over the questions. You're going to be fine." I nod, I have no other choice but to be fine. We take our appointed seats, and the hosts assure us once again that they'll only ask the questions that were sent over. For the next half an hour, I have to answer everything they ask me. They ask how I'm feeling now, how I felt when I found out who my parents were, and how I feel about Raquel Whittle. I've gone over the answers with the publicist probably ten times, but my heart still feels like it will jump out of my chest.

That part doesn’t need explaining. Another message arrives before I can process the first. The_Triumvirate: Firstly, thank you for the wink. We all hope you’re having an amazing morning. Could you tell us about you? So we know more about who you are? Tell them about me. It sounds simple. But my heart thuds louder in my chest as the question settles there, heavy and suffocating.

"Tell me about your week." If we were friends or even a couple, that would be a sweet, normal thing to ask, but here in this room, it's a challenge. I don't know why I'm so messed up about this, but questions that I'd happily answer for Dr Ambrose out there in the real world, in here, I refuse to give anything away. "I had classes." He grunts. That means go on, and also don't fight me, Gardenia. I know all of Dr Ambrose's little grunts and noises.

My instinct was strongly voting that he was telling the truth—though I hoped it had nothing to do with me wanting to jump him right now and fuck the hell out of him. “I have so many questions… I mean, don’t get me wrong. I believe you, though I have no idea why. But I’m still so confused.” “Okay. You can ask me five questions, and I promise to answer them honestly.” I took a deep breath and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Okay, here’s my first question. How do you know who I am and what I came for?”

I decided to open my girl friend's chat first. Charlotte, 07:30pm Taylor? Girl? Where are you? Ava, 07:30pm Are you okay? What's wrong? Emma, 07:31pm We saw you running out of school.... Krystal, 07:32pm The boys are worried too, especially Zach. He keeps on asking whether you are alright? Is there something wrong? Me, 08:00pm I am fine, thanks for asking. Charlotte, 08:00pm Are you sure?

Hannah asked, wandering back into the room to grab the phone from me. I shrugged. “Just a friend,” I replied, knowing that if I gave her any more than that, she would pounce on the chance to try and marry me off. I wasn’t sure what it was about me that gave off that vibe, but it seemed like so many people were so eager to get me all married off and set up and settled down. Was I really that much of a mess that they thought I needed it that badly? I would need to look into that and work out what it was that drove people to get so involved in my love life.

Clearing his throat, he starts asking me some basic questions and I answer them all. "How old are you?" He asks and I sigh, already over this. "I'm twenty-three." "Any history of std's?" He asks and I scoff. " Aurelia, it is important that I know this." He says looking quite done with my attitude. Well how the fuck else do I need to act when you're helping them sell me to smell, old men. "No. I've never had an std." I say and he nods writing in his little folder. "How many sexual partners have you had?" He asks and my cheeks almost immediately flush. I shake my head and a look surprise covers his face.

Anita hummed. “I just don’t feel like being around a lot of people” I whispered. “Kelly-” she started but, I cut her off before she could try and convince me to change my mind. “They are going to be curious. They’ll ask questions about us. Ones that I don’t know the answer to” I confessed. “Questions?” she repeated confused. “Yes. Like when we will complete the mate bond or how soon we will have children. I don’t have the answers. I’m just taking this day by day cause as much as you all would love for me to move on, it isn’t as easy as you think” I groaned.