Dramatic Questions Novels & Stories

“I have an idea.” Damon immediately sounds suspicious. “Something tells me that that sentence will not end well for me.” “It’s a proposal,” I continue. He glances at me over his shoulder again. That cautious look from before, still on his face. Like I’m somehow the dangerous one in this room. “Should I be concerned?” “Probably.” His mouth twitches faintly. “Three questions,” I say, pointing the cloth at him. His brows pull together slightly, confused. “You answer three questions honestly, and I answer three of yours honestly.”

she said coolly, “is for people who lack the power to simply take.” Draevor’s eyes narrowed slightly with interest rather than disagreement. “That is not an answer.” “It is the only one you are receiving.” “You avoid personal questions strategically.” “I avoid repetitive questions strategically.” Draevor rested one arm against the table. “Then let me ask differently.” Halrem already disliked where this was going. “Have you ever loved anything.” The terrace went still. Not because the question was romantic, but because it was direct. Halrem held his gaze across the lantern glow while the night wind drifted through the open arches, carrying the scent of rain and distant gardens. Questions like

Diane happily brought out the cards from the bedside cabinet and they both sat on the bed. “ These are Question cards, we both have to take turns in picking a card and when it's either one of us time to pick we get to ask the questions written on the card and we get to answer the questions.” She explained and he Nodded in understanding. “ So who's going to go first?” He asked while she took out the cards from the box and placed it in front of them. “ Me..” Diane grinned from ear to ear as she picked up a card and read the question.

Diane happily brought out the cards from the bedside cabinet and they both sat on the bed. “ These are Question cards, we both have to take turns in picking a card and when it's either one of us time to pick we get to ask the questions written on the card and we get to answer the questions.” She explained and he Nodded in understanding. “ So who's going to go first?” He asked while she took out the cards from the box and placed it in front of them. “ Me..” Diane grinned from ear to ear as she picked up a card and read the question.

“That’s what I thought.” “Cocky much?” “Only when I know I am right.” Damian brought up his whiskey and took a sip without breaking eye contact with me. “We don’t have to talk.” “How would I get to know you, then?” “Not my problem.” “If I wasn’t Dax’s brother, would you want me?” Well shit. “Possibly.” “Let’s play a question for a question. I will ask you a question and you have to answer and then you get to ask me something. No lying.”

Claire is going to have a lot of questions for me *********

I say, sending in a list of get to know you dating questions. Thane goes through the long pile of questions, a chuckle breaking off his lips while he reads through. “Okay, this is good. But why does it have lots of nasty questions” he asks, lifting his eyes up. “I just placed a balance of sexual and emotional questions” I blurted out, not really wanting to let out the truth of its originator, but that seems to already be on the table. My hands shield cover my face. Thanes stare isn't exactly innocent, but a mix of slutty and amazement. I guess no one really knows what's in your brain, until you let it off.

“How is she? “Is she okay “What did Dracon said about her “Is she going to survive it? “Did you survive? “Is she really our lost Luna? “Have you confirmed everything about her? Different questions was hitting me left, right and center and I felt like running mad. The question is getting me mad and frustrated. “Stop!!!!!!!!!!!, let me be for once!!!” I roared as there all shifted back in surprise and fear and I felt bad immediately but I need to shun them or else they are going to make me run mad with their unending questions. “Do you all want to really make me run mad????”

I read through some and then I shook my head and dropped it as I got to my feet, placing my hands over my head. “This is ridiculous,” I said. He looked up. “What is ridiculous?” “These questions. One of them is asking whether I’ve had an abortion. What kind of stupid question is that?” “Like I said,” he reiterated, “these are possible questions… questions to get you off guard, to get you angry, mad, to make sure that you are put off your game.” “Well, I’m surely put off my game by these questions,” I said. “What do you want me to say in court when they ask me all these questions?”

They couldn’t get any real information out of his so-called honest answers. Meanwhile, Renee’s questions kept forcing Aldrin to drink again and again. Most of his questions circled around the same theme: “Does that person like someone else?” “What type of man does she like?” “What chances do you have?” “Who would she like more—you or me?” Aldrin: “…” Why are all these questions so damn hard to answer?! Finally, fed up, Aldrin snapped and blurted a question on his turn, “How about you then?! Are you currently interested in someone?!”