Ask Me Questions Novels & Stories

I asked, I knew my tone berated with annoyance, which was against my earlier plan, and I inhale in gently, almost unnoticed by the other occupant, "There is no list and you are not a conquest."/Damien said, "Oh! So if I am not a conquest, what am I?" I asked, "Your question turn has passed, it's my turn to ask now," He said, Right! I nodded, "What are your kinks?" "Huh?" "What are your kinks, what are your trigger points? Those are the kind of questions you ask in truth or date, why the fuck are you asking me questions as if I am in kindergarten?" He derided,

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.

Ryle asked, offering his assistance. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if it was appropriate, but curiosity got the better of me. Seizing the opportunity, I nodded and inquired, "Can I ask you a question?" "Of course," he replied, his tone conveying a willingness to assist. "If it's something you think I am entitled to answer, I will try my best."

“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”

"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?’

“I do, not gonna lie about that but I wanna hear it from you, I want to get to know you through you,” “I don’t know what to tell you,” “I will ask the questions, all you have to do is give the answers without dodging them okay?” She asked. “Can I bail out anytime if I get uncomfortable?” “Sure you may, but I hope you don’t,” “Well, let’s see how it goes.”

He screams through tears. I roll my eyes and kick his leg. “I didn’t ask for your backstory, moron.” Sometimes I wonder why people are so damn adamant to talk to me. The questions, of the questions; they never stop. Who are you? How did you get inside my house? Why are you doing this? Where are you taking me? Why are we going to the basement? What are you going to do with that spoon? Shit, they’re so predictable.

I let out a shallow breath and she asks “You do want to do it don’t you?” “Wow, that’s a bit personal, don’t you think?” “Yeah it is but I already know the answer, so what’s the point in not answering?” “Okay, okay. I have thought about it, but I haven’t had much time to think about stuff like that.” “Wow, now that was way to much information, all I wanted to know was if you wanted to do it.” “Well sorry maybe you should just not ask people