Ask Me Questions Novels & Stories

Aria asked, standing in the open doorway. “I have something to ask you.” Folding her arms, she scoffed. “Yeah right. I’m not answering any of your questions.” “Let me rephrase that. I’m going to ask you a few questions, and you’re going to answer me.” “And what will you do if I don’t answer?”

“Of course, you have to answer my question to you. So, what's your answer? The light is on or off?” “All right, on?” then suddenly they shouted. “Ssh, be quiet. Next question ma'am, chocolate or sex? ” “Huh? Wait, choco-” he didn't let me finish speaking, and he immediately changed the question. “Next question, Hotel or motel?” Whatever he asks me, i always feel like i'm on a hot seat. “Hotel?” then they shouted again. “Is it exciting, ma’am? This is the next question. Is he muscular or handsome?”

I asked. Clara asked “What do you think?”

一 Arthur suggested 一 What kind of joke? 一 Questions and Answers 一 Answered 一 Can I ask about everything? 一 I asked curiously 一 Of everything. 一 So let's go. That joke was a good way to get to know another person, the questions would be about their life and the answers would enable each other to get to know each other better. I still didn't know Arthur well, and there were many things I wanted to know, among them, was the reason why I had never seen his mother, which was my biggest curiosity.

My instinct was strongly voting that he was telling the truth—though I hoped it had nothing to do with me wanting to jump him right now and fuck the hell out of him. “I have so many questions… I mean, don’t get me wrong. I believe you, though I have no idea why. But I’m still so confused.” “Okay. You can ask me five questions, and I promise to answer them honestly.” I took a deep breath and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Okay, here’s my first question. How do you know who I am and what I came for?”

“Of course, you have to answer my question to you. So, what's your answer? The light is on or off?” “All right, on?” then suddenly they shouted. “Ssh, be quiet. Next question ma'am, chocolate or sex? ” “Huh? Wait, choco-” he didn't let me finish speaking, and he immediately changed the question. “Next question, Hotel or motel?” Whatever he asks me, i always feel like i'm on a hot seat. “Hotel?” then they shouted again. “Is it exciting, ma’am? This is the next question. Is he muscular or handsome?”

Creeped out, I raised both of my arms up in defeat and asked him awkwardly, "Whyyy are you asking me these questions? He crossed his arms in front of hist chest. "Why should I not be asking you these questions?" I squinted my eyes. "Why are you answering my questions with more questions?" He shrugged. "Why should I not be answering you a question to your questions?" I blinked. "I am honestly kind of confused right now." He continued. "Why are you kind of confused?" "Because why is green not the opposite of pink?" I asked with a nod before putting my own paintbrush down and grab my phone. "Let's ask G****e!"

Minghao gaped as soon as he heard him. ‘I’m a man to her?’ Minghao asked this repeatedly in himself. There are seven reasons why people ask questions. First, they just wanted to know the answer. Second, they are testing the person they are asking. Third, they accused the person. Fourth, to impose a delay. Fifth, to express disagreement. Sixth, to exert power. And seventh, to make a statement. But when Eugene asked him the question, Minghao wasn’t sure about his intention for asking; it was as if he’s asking for Minghao to know the answer that he, himself, isn’t aware of.