Ask Me A Question Novels & Stories

LET'S DO A Q&A! (ASK THE CHARACTER OR ME QUESTIONS!) — you guys, can leave the questions in this chapter...🌼

This is the minute he decided to ask himself that question and he discovers that the question is really deep. Then he looks up to me after thinking for a while but got no answer to give. "So that question should be redirected to you, why does it use go be so?" He asked and that is a question I need to give a real explanation.

“Yeah. Sorry.” Simon let out a short, dry laugh and reached for the second controller. “Come on,” he said to Damon. “You still suck at this?” Damon smirked and dropped onto the couch beside him. Their shoulders bumped slightly. “You wish.” The game restarted. For a few minutes, it felt almost normal. Light trash talk. Quick reactions. The sound of buttons clicking. Then Simon said, quietly, “Did she ask about me?” Damon didn’t look at him. “She always asks about you.”

I also reply with a smile before walking further inside to see what I can get and also gather the courage to ask the most ridiculous question of my life. Even though I'm not hungry, I get a bottle of water and a bag of chips. He smiles again as I put them on the counter before him and I also smile back. I open my purse and give him my card. "Umm... This might sound strange, umm, do you– I mean can you maybe tell me where this place is? I..." "Are you Ash?" He interrupts me. My eyes widen with surprise. "Do you– I mean, how did you know who I am?"

Suddenly he got a message from an unknown person. "Can I ask you a question?" Hikari didn't know who is the person. But it seems like it is not a dangerous person. So Hikari just agreed with it and asks about what kind of question it is. The person starts asking Hikari about it. "So, if you agreed with it. I would like to ask you. What is the world? No, What is the World of dreams?"

"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.

Kneeling before her, I begin to fold. I can feel her eyes on me, watching me attentively. I want her to know I am angry, so I keep my frown on. "Have you remembered anything?" She asks. My gaze flashes to her. Although I am annoyed I shake my head. AMA has asked this question almost every month. "Not your parents? Or the Ash? Your true name perhaps?" She prods. I shake my head again. I am getting tired of these questions. I have no recollection and my head hurts sometimes when I think too hard.

I sigh his name. "Hm?" "Can I ask you a question?" "Depends." "On what?" I ask. "On the question," he apathetically shrugs. "How can I know if I can ask you what I want to ask you?" "Is the question appropriate?" "I don't know and I can't know until I ask you." "Just ask," he sighs irritated. "Have you ever been close to that doctor? Anastasia?" I shoot my question and immediately regret it as he squeezes the steering wheel again.

She calls out after a few seconds " Yes Sia" I respond " What is that thing called and what is it used for?" She ask pointing at the bulge in my pants. #########

“A lot on your mind?" I blinked, startled. “Oh. I was just… thinking.” “I could see that. Can I ask what it is about?” I hesitated. I could not tell him. Even though he could actually hold some answers to the questions bugging me. If only there was a way I could ask him, without appearing suspicious. Then it hit me... I forced a smile, straightening. “How about we play that game again?” I said. “The one from yesterday. I ask a question, you answer honestly — then it’s your turn.”