Ask Me Questions Novels & Stories

“Okay, I need to ask you some questions, and I need you to just breathe and talk to me, and not be embarrassed or worry about anything. It’s just you and me, no one else. Have you ever been with a man or had sex when you made the decision and it was consensual and all of that?” Her eyes are huge and she swallows, and then she doesn’t say anything but she just shakes her head no, so I take a deep breath and go on, “Okay, another question, and as I said please don’t get embarrassed or think anything negative about this, but have you ever craved sex or wanted sex, or have you ever been turned on or touched yourself to give yourself pleasure?”

“I’m going to ask you a few questions and the answers you give me will greatly affect how things will turn out for you next week” “What are you now? Sorcerer Attorney Asher?” I ask sarcastically. “Attorney Asher is just fine, Thank you. Just be cool and answer the questions I’m about to ask. I am not your enemy, on the contrary I want to …” he suddenly stops and heaves our a heavy sigh of frustration. “Just answer the questions, will you?” “What if I don’t want to?” I dare. “Then I’ll call you a fool” “Cook then, fell free to do so, you can call me a looser on top of that, but I’m not going to ridicule myself by answering your pathetic questions.”

In contrast, I probably look like a sweaty scarecrow. “Exactly how immune are you to wolfsbane?” He asks and my brows quirk. “Depends on why you ask. Will you use me as a wolfsbane shield next time?” I ask and he scowls. “Do you think that low of me?” He asks and I shrug. “I don’t know anything about you.” I reply and he crosses his ankles over the other. “Then ask.” He says. “You’ll answer any question I ask?” “As long as it’s a reasonable ask.” He replies and I scoff. That will be a short list.

Her palms ran up and down her sweatpants. "I don’t know why you’re pushing it if you already know. Why do you want to hear it from me? If you can see it, why are you asking me?” she asked, her eyes getting glossy. My body felt tense, not because she was asking me, but because she was talking back like that. I ask questions when and however I want, it doesn’t matter if I know or not, I want an answer from you. You don't get to question me back? Why am I getting asked a question after a response? What am I supposed to do? Answer?

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.”

I asked, low. …

“What are you doing here?” ​

"I want to ask you something." "Oh my god, help me, because here comes trouble!" He lowered his head and closed his eyes, making me laugh. "Look, you can ask one of your questions that I'm sure will leave me speechless. But only if I can ask a question too and you answer me truthfully and don't dodge." "Then I want to ask two questions!" "That's not fair!" "It is fair, because I know what you want to know and I didn't want to tell." "How do you know what I want to know?"

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?"

“How about we play a game? Something lighthearted. 20 Questions?” He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “20 Questions? What, like, we take turns asking random questions?” “Exactly,” I said, feeling my pulse quicken. “We ask anything—no filters, no restrictions. And you have to answer honestly. It’ll be fun.” He chuckled. “Alright, love, you’re on. You can go first.” I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the onslaught of questions that was about to come. “Alright, here’s an easy one. What’s your favorite food?”