Ask Me Questions Novels & Stories

“Tell me something.” “Yes?”

“I’m good.” “You’re sure?” she raises a brow. “Yes,” Her gaze softens, and she lowers her voice. “I’m always here if you want to talk.” God, I don’t want to do this. I shouldn’t do this. But I’m already so desperate. “About?” I manage. “Anything.” Fuck it. “Can I ask you a question?” Her lips curve knowingly. “Sure.” I swallow, feeling the heat creep up my neck. “So, I’m asking for a friend.”

If I decided to ask those questions. Probably not.

The knock came again, patient but insistent, and she found herself moving toward the door despite every instinct warning her to remain safely inside. Through the leaded glass panels, she could see the silhouette of a tall man, though the distortion made it impossible to make out details beyond an impression of elegant stillness. He stood perfectly motionless, as though he could wait eternally for her response. "Who is it?" she called through the door. "My name is Damien Nightshade." The voice was cultured, with an accent that belonged to no particular region but spoke of old money and older manners. "I believe Eleanor mentioned me in her arrangements."

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.

"Sebastian do you want to play twenty questions?" I asked as I went to sit next to him. "What is that?" He asked lowering the volume of the TV. "We just ask each other questions basically." I replied." "What type of questions?" I mentally did a face-palm. "Serious, random or even dirty." "Oh. Do I have to answer all the questions?" "No, not if you don't want to," I replied, he was always so secretive. "Okay sure."

I inquired trying to start a conversation. “Why’re you asking me this many questions? Don’t you have a meeting to be at or something?” She snapped, arose from the table, and walked out of my sight.

I asked, my brows creasing. "Don't ask me silly questions. Get your ass off that chair and do as I say!"

"I should ask you the same question, Dad." ###

Did you ask them to come? "What?!'