Hardest Questions To Answer Novels & Stories

When I turned the page, I realized this was no ordinary test. Question 1 read: “How long have you been a cheating fuck slut?” I looked up at the boss. He stared back at me, completely serious. “To have any hope of getting the job, all questions must be answered. There are twenty in total.” My heart raced, and my pussy clenched with fresh need. I answered every filthy question as honestly as I could, each one turning me on more: - There are two cocks in front of you. Which of your three fuck holes would you prefer to be stuffed first?

he pointed out. I shook my head at him. This man had a come back for everything. "That you did." "So, tell me something about yourself," I said conversationally, cringing a little internally. I hated it when someone asked me that. It was such a vague question with endless answers and it both frustrated and confused me when someone asked that. Because really, what answer could one give to that? It could be anything from their favourite colour to how they nearly killed someone in an accident once.

It would be shameful after all my queries and I wasn’t still able to answer any questions or unlock the locket. After picking the question, I silently prayed in my heart again and unwrapped it one after the other. Looking at the three questions now, I almost laughed at how simple they were. Don’t tell me that these are the questions that most of the people here have been seeing since morning and they couldn't answer any of them? Even a seven years old werewolf pup can answer all these questions. “Since you've opened the questions you should start answering, who knows you might be the lucky winner.” the young man smiled.

I said to her. “Great, how about we both take a seat and get to know each other properly?” she said. “Sounds good to me” I said to her and took a seat opposite the one she had chosen. “Tell me a little about yourself Ethan, I know we met many years but can you tell me about yourself now” she said with a smile. I often wondered why the most difficult questions to answer were the once that asked about yourself, you started to draw blanks but nevertheless I had to answer her.

The answers to the questions that have been nagging me for as long as I couldn’t tell. “Nice try. But it won’t work on me.”

he stated, still not looking at her. “What do you mean?” she raised her brows and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “I just asked you a question. Is it that hard for you to answer?” “It's not the answer that is hard to give. It’s actually being able to not do what I want to do, if you know what I mean.”

In fact, she looks gobsmacked and takes a while to compose herself. “How many sugars?” I calmly ask. “What?” she responds, confusion in her voice. “How many sugars does Jacob take in his coffee?” I ask again. Her face turns red with anger. “I don’t have to answer you,” she says and starts putting on her heels. “It’s a simple question. Surely you must know the answer,” I say. “What’s his favorite color?” I ask. “What’s the first thing he does in the morning when he wakes up? Did you know that he’s allergic to pineapple?”

The vendor said, “The next two questions are pretty tough. Are you ready? Of course, for fairness, you can discuss the answer with your friends.” Stephen’s friends grew serious. They were curious to see how difficult the next two questions were. The surrounding crowd watching the show quieted down as well. The vendor slowly said, “Here’s the first question. How can you make tears flow backward?” The question stunned many. They looked at each other, doubting their ears. “Is this supposed to be difficult?” “Sir, are you serious? We thought it would be a tricky question.” “Yeah, any kid could answer this question.”

I look at him like he has just asked the hardest question in the world. Who am i? I bring my right hand to my temple rubbing it with my fingers. The question repeats in my head but still I don't have an answer, I stay silent staring at him. Now that I think of it, it's actually the hardest question ever. "How long have I been there" I ask ignoring his initial question

Rye learned not to ask questions. Being asked questions can be even more dangerous. Where’s your dad? Why is your mom like that? Why did your sister go away? Why do you look like a skunk? Most questions, she did not have an answer for. Some she ignored. Others still stung. But the most dangerous part about questions, were the answers. He died. She’s sick. Grief. Genetics. Those were the easy answers. It was the ones that the social workers asked. The ones that the observant teacher asked. Or ones asked by an unsuspecting classmate. Those were the extremely dangerous questions.