Did I Ask Meme Novels & Stories

She smiled slightly before nodding. “Thank you again. I don’t know how to say how thankful I am.” "Just take a sip of hot soup,” she jokingly said. “I brought you some—” “May I ask if you know anything about myself?” Iya couldn't stop herself from asking. "Do I have any IDs or records?" “Y-you don’t remember?” She answered with a question and shock on her face. “Don’t tell me, you don’t know who you are?” Iya hesitated to nod but eventually did while nervous.

He kept firing questions at me like I’d escaped from a psychiatric ward. “Can you tell me your full name?” “Do you remember what day it is?” “What’s the last thing you remember before you hit your head?” His tone was gentle, but the questions made me feel like some psycho patient. I wanted to tell him to relax; I wasn’t about to forget my own name or start speaking in alien tongues. When he asked me what I remembered about Jay, though, I actually laughed. “Jay?” I said. “He won Businessman of the Year last week, didn’t he? So, obviously, he’s at work.”

"He's annoyed with me. But he answers." I thought about my own father. The questions I had stopped asking years ago. The answers I didn't want to hear. "Your turn," Asher said. "My turn for what?" I was a bit confused. "A question. Any question." He urged. I thought about it. "What's your happiest memory?" I asked. Asher was quiet for a moment. "I don't know if I have one." "Everyone has one." I wiped my mouth with a napkin. "Not everyone." He leaned back in his chair. "I have moments, but nothing that stands out above the rest."

“What do you want to know?” “Was there ever a person named Adam Kennedy in my life before the surgery?” For a moment, there was silence on the other end. That was more than suspicious. “Standford,” I growled. “Answer the goddamn question, yes or no.” “Why are you asking?” she asked, voice cautious. “Did you remember something like that?” Why would she ask that?! I wanted to tell her it was because I met a guy who claimed I was someone else, but then, common sense caught up with me.

"Is this about when I was drunk a couple of nights ago?" "Wh-what are you getting at?" "'You really don't remember anything?'" he says, mimicking my voice. "C'mon, I'm not dumb. I know I said something or did something that you remember but I don't. I've just been waiting for the right time to ask." "Nothing, happened, I was just surprised that you didn't remember anything." I'm usually a pretty decent liar, but this time it isn't working. "Did I do something or say something?" he asks me.

“Thank you for staying with us, Kath.” The game continued and it was one of the weirdest set of questions and dares I've ever encountered in my life. They would ask questions like ' do you know who invented the chalk?' or ' I dare you to act like the most popular person ever existed in this whole wide world. Weird but atleast...we're happy..

"Sure go on.” "Hope you won't be annoyed by the question I am about to ask?” "You know what girl, I have grown to the extent that I will never be angry at questions that come from you because you are crazy, have you forgotten how you asked me on call after my first wedding with Nate?” "No, I don't remember,” I added. "You asked me if he fucked me and if he was good.” "Yeah, that sounds like a question from me.” "So go on with your sassy questions.”

He retorted "Come on, there has to be something that will forever be a part of you, maybe like a memory." "Nah. No memory." "Are you serious right now?" I asked "Yes but tell me about your unforgettable memory." Oh Jeez! Why did I even ask him this question "Just like you said, I also hardly forget things." That was a big lie, I’m not ready to tell him about my memory of Evan and that bitchy wolf. I just can’t.

"Really? I could have sworn you were going to ask me that. Anyway, what's your query?" "Where did you go?" *****************************************

Maybe also about what I have to do to make Zendaya notice me and fall in love with me. That was the height of delusion I hoped I'd never be to. A question popped in my mind. Although it sounded ridiculous and intruding, I still felt the need to ask Reiss about it. "Reiss, can I ask you something?" "No, I didn't steal money from my grandpa. I took it!" "You thieving asshat," I joked. "That was not the question." I cleared my throat, "How well do you know Damian?"