Hardest Questions To Answer Novels & Stories

I asked, turning my face to look at him. “No, it's just today, he answered one question right and it's got me thinking all day.” He was speaking softly. “What was that?” I asked seriousness in my voice. “It was asked in the questions I set for the contest, about the witch Slyvia and The rogue wolf, Dore that harbored her. No one could answer the question but he got the answer correctly." “Okay, but I don't see where the problem is,” I said, confusion in my voice.

VICTORIA I had learned something important over the last two years: timing was everything when it came to asking hard questions. Ask too soon, while everything was still hot and loud and everyone was still in reaction mode, and you would get defensive answers, with people protecting themselves instead of telling you the truth. But ask at the right moment when the noise had settled and the walls had come down just a little, and you would get something real. So I waited.

“Really? Who is a good listener? That’s your first question?” “What?” I said, smiling at her. “What would your number one question be then?” “Hmmm let me see. How about who has a bigger dick? Or Who is better at sex and giving head and who gives me more orgasms?” Jade laughed so hard she fell on the bed.

My tone came out a bit harsh. He raised his eyebrows a bit, "What about last week?" He questioned, "I am pretty sure you weren't drunk then." My jaw clenched tight while nervously grinding my teeth, "You get one question only." "I won ten time, I still got nine questions to go." The nerve of this SOB. His eyes kept their focus on me, waiting for an answer. The answer that I don't have. "I don't know." I said the truth, my eyes tried to look anywhere but at him.

"Of course. I want to know how demented your mind is. Considering we barely talk." "Okay. How about this? I ask you a question and if you can answer it honestly, I remove a piece of clothing while you ask me a question of your own, if I answer it with sincere honesty, you remove a piece of clothing. But you probably wouldn't want to do it, right?" "What was your most awkward moment?" Olamide blurted out almost immediately.

Siya asked me, furrowing her brows. How do I answer this question? I cannot say that I have some issues that won't stop and will definitely haunt me for the rest of my life. They don't know about me completely. And I'm not someone who can open up so easily with everyone. It takes time for me to open up.

I say. The girls look at me again. “You can’t attack someone directly anymore,” I continue. “People love defending the underdog. What you do instead is ask questions.” “What kind of questions?” Amber asks. I slide my phone across the table so they can see the screen. A poll page is open. Is Hazel using Jaxon? “People answer questions without thinking,” I say. “Especially when the questions sound reasonable.” The girls exchange glances. “So we post things like that?” Chloe asks slowly.

David felt that even fighting with Zachary was not this exhausting. Everyone was asking him questions at the same time such that David could feel his brain buzzing. The most important thing was that some of them were even looking down on him, which made him feel helpless. He wanted to tell them that he was the world’s richest man. However, no one would believe him if he said that. Finally, he made it through the questions from those people in the living room, but then, four to five middle-aged women walked out of the kitchen and asked everyone to get ready to eat. After they did that, they started bombarding David with questions again.

“That is the beginning.” Imani writes in her notebook. “What if she says fine?” she says. “Ask her again in a different way,” I say. “People say fine because it is efficient. It is the answer that closes the conversation. Ask a question that cannot be closed with fines.” “Like what?” she says. “Like what did you want to be before everything else happened?” I say. “Like, what is the thing you do that makes you forget what time it is. Like, what would you change if you knew it would work?” I pause. “Questions that require an actual answer.”

“You said that no one has ever asked you what happened on the night that Stephanie died, so I want to. My first question for you is just that. What happened?” “You could not start off small and work your way up? Ask me what my favorite color is; what my favorite food is; something like that?” James gave me a sad smile. “Nope. I want to get the hard stuff out of the way. We can work our way down to the easy stuff. Now stop stalling and answer the question. Unless you want to take off your shirt.” I glared at him. “I could also take off a sandal or exercise a veto.”