Ask Me Questions Novels & Stories

He asked. “Well,” I said. “It's not about whether or not you ask questions as much as how polite you are when asking them. Getting too personal with someone you don’t know is a recipe for foul things to come. Ask her about her favorite color, what kind of music or food she likes, and if she chooses to share something that's one thing. However, don't pry. If she shows you something she can do, you can ask, but I don't want you boys bombarding her about all of the things you wonder if she can do because I don't even think she has all the answers and it’s rude." I told them.

“What are you doing?” “What’s this?” I asked back while raising my hand that’s holding the bottle of medicine. Yes Black! Answer me, what’s this?

he continued, “you have to ask real questions.” I stared at him. “What the fuck does that even mean?” I snapped. “Just tell me what I’m supposed to ask.” For a second, he didn’t answer. Just looked at me. Then his hand came up, fingers hooking lightly under my chin, lifting it just enough to make me meet his gaze. “You already know what to ask,” he said quietly. “You just haven’t admitted to yourself that you want the answers.” My breath caught slightly. “Once you do,” he added, dropping his hand, “the questions will come easy.”

“Please forgive me.” I stared at him for a while before nodding slowly. “Okay. I’ll help you if you answer one question for me.” Relief flooded his face. “Anything. Ask me anything.” “Tell me my birthday.” He froze. “I… it’s…” A short laugh escaped me. “What kind of brother doesn’t know his sister’s birthday?” I shook my head. “Okay maybe that question is too hard. Let’s try something easier. What’s my favorite color?”

"Tell me about your week." If we were friends or even a couple, that would be a sweet, normal thing to ask, but here in this room, it's a challenge. I don't know why I'm so messed up about this, but questions that I'd happily answer for Dr Ambrose out there in the real world, in here, I refuse to give anything away. "I had classes." He grunts. That means go on, and also don't fight me, Gardenia. I know all of Dr Ambrose's little grunts and noises.

Anyone asking too many questions. Including me.

“How much are you owing? You know I can lend you some money.” I smiled, very grateful that I have a friend willing to help but somehow I doubted if she has $450,000 to spare “I do not owe anyone not unless you count my electricity bills.” “Then why ask me such questions if you do not owe anybody?” Shrugging, I searched for something to keep me busy. “Someone asked me that question yesterday but I couldn't come up with any answer.” Her big brown eyes stared at me, her brows slightly tucked in.“Please don't ask negative questions, it brings negative vibes.”

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.”

Zephyr Khan looked at the man in front of him with bright eyes and asked seriously, "Now, can you tell me those questions?" "I want to know what's going on."

also, if we are going to work out then we should know each other. It’s not like I wanted to ask complex questions. I just want to know trivia things about him. like the little of the little details like his favorite food, his favorite season, his favorite movie. Stuff like that. “Ask me anything.” I told him. “No, you ask me. I already asked one question. You should get a chance too. We can continue once I return. Let’s play a hundred questions. It can be anything.” I blinked at his words. Why does he keep shocking me? Let’s play a hundred questions? Let’s play? Play? Wow.