Dumb Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

I asked, I knew my tone berated with annoyance, which was against my earlier plan, and I inhale in gently, almost unnoticed by the other occupant, "There is no list and you are not a conquest."/Damien said, "Oh! So if I am not a conquest, what am I?" I asked, "Your question turn has passed, it's my turn to ask now," He said, Right! I nodded, "What are your kinks?" "Huh?" "What are your kinks, what are your trigger points? Those are the kind of questions you ask in truth or date, why the fuck are you asking me questions as if I am in kindergarten?" He derided,

“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?”

“Why did they do this to you?” I have many questions that I want to answer, but I know no one can answer them, no matter how much I force them to get up from the pit.

“Not that kind of intimate but I would entertain the thought if you were to go there.” “No I don’t plan to go there,” she reassured him as she took another bite of her hen. “Well, I had my assistant, Jacob, research and compile some questions we could go over each night.” “Oh?” “From what I understand some questions are shallow surface questions such as likes and dislikes and some are a bit deeper. I’m not entirely sure where he got these questions but he is very thorough and amazing with research so I’m sure they should serve us well for the intended purpose.”

, I retorted. "Really, Siya...well, you are brilliant...and the answer is right...so go ahead ask me your question", he laughed. "How many chickens does it take to kill an elephant?" "What???..." "Even I'm trying to check the great David Kings IQ," I said, smirking at him. "One...." he said, winking at me, "But don't ask me the reason." "Ok ...your turn". "What is the one thing that you can't live without?" I asked again.

“I know this is a strange question, but I want to get to know you better, see what makes you tick, and discover what it is you want out of life.” “Okay, so ask away.” She grins. “Well, what do you want to do with your life?” She almost chokes on a mouthful of bread, then laughs. “Wow. Nothing like coming out with the big questions right away.” “I told you it was going to be a pointed question, but I genuinely want to know what it is you want to do?” “This isn't a trick question?”

As I sit there at the table with him, I realize we've never really talked. Every question that pops into my head, I quickly push away. Realizing I can't ask him those questions. Normal questions like, what pack are you from? What was your little Alpha's name? What about your parents or family?.... Those are the worst possible questions I could ask him. But there are also the simplest questions that you would normally ask someone. As soon as I think of a question that has nothing to do with this past, I find myself saying it right away. "So tell me little mate, what is it you like to do?"

“How about you tell me a few things? Like maybe how old you are, where you lived before we found you, or even about your hopes and dreams?” She sighed at my antics. “I’m old enough, and in case nobody ever told you, it’s impolite to ask a woman about her age. Also, to ask if she’s pregnant, even if it’s blatantly obvious, or to ask how many sexual partners she’s chosen to have. Everything else should be pretty much free game, but you might also not get the answers you’re hoping for. Especially from me.” Amy paused, and while her tone was completely sweet, I was once again feeling uncomfortable with not knowing how to properly do this friendship thing.

Pam asks, I sit up in bed, watching the words on my screen, chewing on my lower lip. The kiss comes to mind. With slightly trembling fingers, I pull up our messages thread. What should I ask? I mean, I know what I want to know– “Do you want me to fuck you?” The question comes to the forefront of my mind, a shiver of pleasure runs along my spine. My throat feels dry, cheeks hot. Taking a sip from the bottled water beside my bed, I click on the text thread again.

“Tell me about your hobbies.” “I—” “No, leave that, too. Do you have a boyfriend?” “Huh?” “You’re not engaged to anyone, right? Any past relationships?” “What’s going—” “No. that was highly inappropriate of me to ask something like that. I apologize. Forget about that, too.” “Uh—” “How old are you?” “Huh?” “I said, how old are you? I know kids these days don’t care about the number. But it’s better to be safe than sorry. It’s easier to conceive in your twenties than in your thirties. Although you don’t look in your 30s, are you?”