Ask Em All Them Questions Novels & Stories

"Jay." "Autumn." "Emily." "Adam." "Henry." "Daniel." "Melanie." They answered individually. None of them could see one another and they were each questioned separately, by the same figure at the same time. No one knew what was going on, they did not know why he asked such questions or who he was, they just answered his questions as he asked, as if under a spell. As if uninterested he sighed an looked away. "And may I ask why you're here." He asked, to which they gave the same answer to.

Michael said and went back to his seat . " Okay . Now I'll start . Take a pen and paper each . I'll ask you questions about your spouse and you'll input it there . " She explained just like a math teacher would explain Math . Simple but quite impossible to comprehend! The f*ck?? How am I supposed to know about that dick head?? Huh? Emily grabbed a paper and readied herself to write probably the most ridiculous answers ever. "First question, what is the full name of your other half?? " Alicia questioned them , with light radiating from her eyes as if enjoying the game. When all those concerned are almost peeing in their pants from frustration

‘I’m sure everyone there will love you. I have an impossible amount of questions, which will in no way will be answers. “Okay,” I say finally. “I’ll do it.”

"How's that arm of yours? Did it heal fully yet?" "Yeah, it's all good. But how did you know about my arm?" Type ask in confusion.

All you have to do is ask. The problem was… I didn’t even know what question I was supposed to be asking.

"When I ask you a question, try and speak." I shook my head. I couldn't try to speak at all. "Listen, you have to use your words." He said again. "When I ask you a question, try and speak. Open your mouth and speak, no matter how slow you are, no matter how long it takes you to answer." What about the others? "What about the others?" He reiterated. If they ask me questions, how do I answer? "You don't owe them any answers, you answer only me. Alpha Devon." He said.

Amber P. O. V "Ammy, do you mind answering the last question? I'm not forcing you, you don't have to say anything if you don't want to. I just asked out of curiosity." He asked again, I want to tell him now after he promised me he will not be mad at me, not judge me.

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.

"Yes. Her parents will be there as well, so she'll go." "Even though she knows you'll be there?" Claire lifts a brow. I didn't think of that. Camilla wouldn't skip the entire thing because of my presence? My pent up excitement fell through. "How do I know if she'll be there?" "There's a thing called asking? It's when you walk up to someone and utter a few words which form a question, then wait a few seconds and they mouth some more words which become an answer." I glared hard. "Ask her."

While I'm on this short break, why don't we have an interactive session where you tell me what you like and dislike about my story Emilia. I'll do my best to reply every question I get.👍 Drop your questions in the comments section and I'll reply as fast as I can.😘 Vee 💜💜💜