Ask Me Questions Novels & Stories

V added, as if he's a teacher who's telling his pupil how to behave. "I can do that." "Also, I still don't want you talking to me in school or anywhere. You can ask questions, simple questions, here in the house but not anywhere else." "Can you give an example of a simple question?" "Are you kidding?" She shook her head. "Okay, since you're good at brewing and cooking, you can ask me what I like to drink or eat, or you can also ask if you can use the TV or whatever, like that."

Within and deeper she asks of her. “Do you want to play a game?”

“Don't you dare ask me any fucking questions.” Oh, snap.

I ask mockingly. #############

, I asked . The line went dead . ******

“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.”

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”

Marcus' twisted but cute behavior. "Why are you asking me this?" Jessica asked.

"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?"

I take a sip of my coffee barely tasting it as the question I’m dying to ask burns in my brain. ‘How do you know my name?’