Book Club Questions Novels & Stories

“Of course, you have to answer my question to you. So, what's your answer? The light is on or off?” “All right, on?” then suddenly they shouted. “Ssh, be quiet. Next question ma'am, chocolate or sex? ” “Huh? Wait, choco-” he didn't let me finish speaking, and he immediately changed the question. “Next question, Hotel or motel?” Whatever he asks me, i always feel like i'm on a hot seat. “Hotel?” then they shouted again. “Is it exciting, ma’am? This is the next question. Is he muscular or handsome?”

she mumbles so low I don't think she wanted us to hear her. Our food arrives and we eat in silence for a few minutes before she asks " Are there any questions that are off-limits?" I finish chewing then say" Nope. Ask away," " What’s the deal with you two? Do you have an Old Lady or do you just play with the worn-out toys," she asks. Now I could lie to her and tell her that I haven't touched a club bunny. But she is going to be ours and starting arelationship with a lie isn't what I want to do. " We don't have an Old Lady. Yes, in the past we have used a club girl or two." I let her absorb what I just said and see if she picks up on how I said "We."

She said. "Ok, I will take you there". "Are you sure it's ok by you?". "Yeah, it's Sunday, I don't have any plans for today". "Ok, if you say so, thank you". A few minutes later, they arrive at the library. Isadora moved around and found some books, they found an empty seat and sat down facing each other. "Is that the book you want to read?". "Yeah, I have read the books, this is actually the questions and answers booklet".

It was more for Kendra's sake, but Demitri would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy an excuse to spend more time with his friends. Every Friday after school, Kendra, Steve, and Kyle would join them for book club. They each took turns picking the book, but as usual Becca and Demitri were the only two that actually cared. While they had written summaries and detailed notes about the book, the others brought blank paper most the time so they could catch just enough facts to make it seem like they read it.

"Not the dress. That's August. For Daniel's dinner." "Something simple." "Obviously something simple." She looked at me. "Do you think he'll ask difficult questions?" "Daniel asks precise questions. Whether they're difficult depends on whether you have precise answers." "Do we?" "You said we were choosing each other with full information." I paused. "That's precise." "What will you say when he asks you." "Which part?" "Why did you choose me?" She looked at the book. "The real answer." I set my book down.

It might be the mark that is causing all this. "Alpha, can I ask a question?" I raised my head and looked at her hut I regretted it immediately. I quickly looked down and swallowed hard. Why does she have to be looking so sexy now? She is distracting me. "Go ahead." if listening to her question will make her not to speak again, then I am ready to answer her questions. "But only one question. I don't want you asking or saying anything after this question." he said coldly to her. "Well, I wanted to ask who the wolf in that book is. The note seems to be about love."

So for this place I will engage in a Q and A session for you all. Please feel free to ask me anything you're curious about regarding the book and the story so far. This can include the behind the scenes, characters, the inspiration or any plot points. I will explain to the best of my ability (No spoilers though, hehe) and engage with you to the fullest extent. So if there are any questions, let me know. I will keep this updated and am eager to hear your thoughts. The only question I will not answer will be regarding updates so if anyone asks “When will you update?” I will likely not answer. That aside, ask away!

He opens the green notebook. He has, as promised, fourteen questions. He asks them in the order he has written them not mechanically, with the specific attention of someone who has thought about the sequence and arranged it to build understanding progressively. Irina answers each one fully, without shortening, without performing patience. She treats the questions with the respect that good questions deserve from someone who has been waiting to answer them for a very long time. At question seven he asks: "Did you love him?" The table goes slightly quiet.

I wanted to ask what exactly had transpire, but didn't know where to start. Jennifer looked a little guilty. "Those guys sure had a lot of questions about this book. They just kept asking and asking about this and that. I didn't want to spoil it for them if they were that interested and I was trying to be helpful, but everything I said just led to more questions."

"Let's talk." "We did. The whole day." I reminded him. "Some more." "About?" "I don't know. What do you want to talk about?" He asked, glancing at me. I thought for a while. "Let's play twenty questions." "Okay. You start. No questions related to family." "Fine. Um...what is your favourite book?" "I don't like reading books." "Seriously?" I asked him disbelievingly. "Yeah. It's kind of boring and I don't see the point of reading books. What are we gonna do reading that?"