Ask Me A Question Novels & Stories

"I have no idea what that means." "Neither do I." He studied me like I was a book written in a language he almost understood. "Can I ask you something strange?" "You can ask. I might not answer." "When's the last time you were sick?" The question caught me off guard. "What?" "Sick. Flu, cold, fever. When's the last time?"

“Fine. Ask.” He started moving again slow at first. Question two. “What’s my favorite color?” I opened my mouth but then he hit that spot and I moaned instead my brain going blank. “Uh… I… shit I don’t..”

“What do you need me to do?” “Are we poisoning someone this time around?”

I don't know if I'm supposed to ask that, I don't even know if I'm embarrassing myself. "I don't know what you want Ash" he whispers.

She asks a weird question which knocks the breath out of me for an unknown reason. “ Why are you asking this? ” I breath, my eyes fixed at Amanda. “ Do you think it can be used against you? ” She asks another weird question instead of answering me. I open my mouth and close it repeatedly, not knowing how to answer this. “ Love is…just love Miracle. ” She answers her own question and then she disappears, leaving me with the confusion which might not leave me until I get the answer to ‘ Why the hell did she ask me this question in the first place? ’

“Uh oh. Let’s hear it.” “I feel like there’s a lot about you I don’t know these days. And I want to fix that. So why don’t we play a game of twenty questions.” He raises an eyebrow and folds his arms. “I get to ask you things too?” “Yeah, of course.” “Okay then. Deal.” I grin, pleased with the success. “Okay, tell me about your travels.” “That’s not a question,” he points out. I stick my tongue out at him. “What’s the most interesting place you’ve ever been to?”

"What game might that be?" "It is simple: I ask you a question you have to answer, and in return, you do the same, if you have any questions. If you don't want to answer the question, you have to drink a full glass of wine. Bear in mind the alcohol content in this wine is very potent."

I search her face – that incredible face I should know – but from where? I close my eyes, summoning the will to ask the burning question. “Who are you?”

he smiles “May I ask you a question, Jim?” I ask, unsure of the question I was going to ask but even more unsure of his answer. “Anything” he smiles “How about we go on a double date trip”

I used noodles since I didn't like the MC cussing. In fact, if the other person is sarcastic, a question can be responded with another inquiry. End of text.