Ask Me A Question Novels & Stories

I asked. " Ahm, Attee? " Hmmm. I am familiar with this kind of scene. I wonder, maybe she will ask a favor. " Can I have a favor, sister? " See? I'm right! " Sure sweetie! What is it? " I sincerely asked. " Ahm. I just wanna ask something. Ahm-- do you believe in love? " What kind of question is that? She's still young for that kind of question. " And why did you ask huh? "

As our eyes connected we both smiled acidly. "What will I do now?" I asked more to myself then to her. "I don't know." Hannah replied in the same decibel as me. We were quiet again. Hannah poured us another round of Jackie with Coca Cola and we drank in one shot! My head started spinning around again and I felt heat in my throat. Hannah shook her head as she lightly slammed her cup to the table. Neither of us knew what to do next. Should I reply? If so, what should I write? Do I say yes? Will that be a mistake? And how in the hell he has my phone number, I don't have his!

He asked. “Well,” I said. “It's not about whether or not you ask questions as much as how polite you are when asking them. Getting too personal with someone you don’t know is a recipe for foul things to come. Ask her about her favorite color, what kind of music or food she likes, and if she chooses to share something that's one thing. However, don't pry. If she shows you something she can do, you can ask, but I don't want you boys bombarding her about all of the things you wonder if she can do because I don't even think she has all the answers and it’s rude." I told them.

Cami POV “How do you know who I am?” I asked, uncertain of what to say. “It is my job to know who is inquiring about me,” the individual responded. “Where are you?” I asked, wanting to get to my questions. “Do you think it would benefit me to share that information?” the individual responded.

"𝗛𝗮? 𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿? 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁?" 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻… 𝗖𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 � ��𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱.

I had so many questions in my head, but only one I think they can answer me. "Hey, can I ask everyone something? Can someone please explain the whole mate thing?"

“I am happy to hear that Vlad and yes, you are techincally our first SVIP on this island even before today. I will make time and answer your questions as soon as I can okay?” We went out of the honeymoon suite and started climbing the spiral staircase. When we got out of the camouflaged room. A question just came to my mind. “Hey Noah!” “What’s up?” “Since I gave you my trust that all is well. I just need you to answer one question before you go up. Is that okay?” “Sure!” “How long have you exactly known me?” He hesitated at first and let out a small sigh. “Okay, just to somehow make you feel better and trust me more.”

"When will you return to school?" "Ask Noah" "Oh. How will you do the work?" "Ask Noah" "huh, Will you even come this week?" "Ask Noah" "Astrid, Atleast say something other than 'Ask Noah'" "I can't" "Why?" "Ask Noah" Huhhh, reallyyy! She is literally saying Ask Noah like I'm some beast who captured her here and she doesn't know if she will be alive or not. I replied Ava. "Ava, actually you know that Astrid is not well so she can't answer any questions.. She will be fine in a few days.. Don't worry.. If you want then you can ask to me"

I look back over at the water, and I just see our reflection again. “You may ask me one question before I send you back.” I turn to look at her, “Are there any restrictions to what I can ask?” She smiles, “A very good question. Yes, it must not be something that would give you an unfair advantage over someone else by having knowledge that you shouldn’t have.” “Ok, I don’t think it will. I mean, maybe. I’m not sure.” “Why don’t you ask me and if I can answer, I will.”

"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."