Ask Me Questions Novels & Stories

"It's obvious I'm not asking for your Favorite colors or hobbies you have no use for. All I'm asking about is maybe some dark or deep secrets I ought to know." , any family anywhere? Friends? Or close relationships?" He rushes the question at me with my eyes darting all around the room, I

I asked a little too loudly. But instead of her to give me a reply to my question, she just questioned me back. What happened to you? Are you okay? Is anything the matter? Is something wrong with you? Her series of questioning came as a surprise to me and I started to question her back instead of answering her questions. What is it with all these questions? I asked her with a confused look. I continued though. What do you mean if I am okay or if something is wrong with me? Uhm… she opened her mouth to speak.

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?"

I asked. “Well, would you call it sneaking up, if you can already tell I'm coming, huh?” Okay, I have to give him this, he really knows how to throw a question back so perfectly well, it's annoying. “Buy seriously curious, how do you do that so easily, though?” he asked. “ And just why do you think I would answer that question ?” I asked, staring right at him with a smirk. “Ohh I wow, so this is what they call having a test of your medicine, huh,” he said as he let out a laugh.

"Ask and I'll answer." Is this like a tricky question or an open cheque question? My lips puzzle for a moment, "You sure about that?" "I'm sure I want you to ask whatever you want to know about me, I promise to be as honest as possible. You get to ask me any four questions of your choosing." "Were you an only child of your mom?" "Yes." he instantly replies, but he goes on to add, "My mom had only me as far as I know, but Vincent had other children, you very well know that."

"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."

Right now, the thing I needed to focus on was asking about the curse. “I came to ask you a few questions.” I say, stopping inches away from him. “Questions,” he repeats. “And what makes you so sure that I’ll answer them?” “I’m not sure you will.” I admit. “However, I can make you speak if you don’t wish to.”

"What?" ***

It was a bewildering, overwhelming and non-stop stream of questions demanding that she answer: Coffee or tea? Coffee with milk and sugar? What do you want to eat on your break? Which shampoo? Which hand cream? What bank do you want to open an account in? Do you want to go to the movies? What do you want to see? What are you doing on your day off? Do you want company? And on and on and fucking on.

The kind of guy who asked no questions and got results. I called him.