Hunger Games Questions Novels & Stories

“Let's not talk about that mountain and that spieces!” She smiled, as if something cross her mind. She said, the respect strangely deepened, “The young Lady is good. You must know too much to think highly of that spieces.” I smiled proudly, stood to show how I grow up so knowledgeable under heaven. “Of course! Well, the heaven favored me greatly so that's understandable,” I said. Her expression is those of amuse behid the veil. She ask, “Have you meet the heaven, young lady?” My mind spun to the question. “You think I'm a fool? How can I ask to die?”

“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..

* * * We'd arrived home and at the moment, we were seated in Cas' bed about to play a game of twenty-one questions. "Little SP, I didn't want this to be a get to know you session or a virgin game so I got the questions pack." He waved it in the air. " Which set or edition is that?" I asked. " Fifty questions, naughty edition." He smirked. " Totally expected it." I rolled my eyes. "The cards are numbered so we'd pick at random and on this sheet we'd tick the already picked card." He said and handed me the pencil. " And we'd make it fast too so it doesn't get boring. It'll be a speed game." I said.

ANYA Panic surged through me as I struggled against the ropes. My heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst out of my chest. “Think before you answer my question,” he said sharply. “Does Hunter value you or not?” I froze, my mind racing. Was this how I was going to die? If I said no, that I wasn’t important to Hunter, he’d kill me without a second thought. But if I said yes, that Hunter valued me, he’d…

I suggest happily. He turns his large body on the cushion and faces me with a huge smile. "I like games" he says. As I watch him I see his dragon eyes flicker briefly. With a smile I deliver the rules. "The game is twenty-one questions. We will take turns asking an answering question with complete honesty. If you decide to pass on a question then you have to do a dare of my choosing. If I pass I will also have to do a dare of your choosing. If later on it is found out that an answer was a lie then the liar has to face the consequences chosen by the other" I say unable to hide my smile. "Still want to play"

Looking at her exhausted face, he chuckled "I am going to ask you some questions. You'll be spanked if you get the answer wrong or take longer than 5 seconds. The amount of spanking will amount to if you have or have not answered the question and the number of times you got the answer wrong. Got it?" She inhaled sharply listening to his words. He made the game and its rules without loopholes. Even if there was she wouldn't be bothered to talk against him. She felt herself being picked up by him and walked over to the couch. When they reached there he took a seat but he flipped her upside down and her ass was in the air. "First question: How many individual bones are there in the spine?" 5 "2

She started off, the enthusiasm was loud amid her cheery smile. “What game is this?” “The Question game.” My brows raised, signaling her to continue. “We are going to take turns asking each other a question. If you refuse to answer, you drink a glass of soju bomb. Each answer should always end with a question. You understand?” “Sure.” “You understand?” She repeated. For a second, I was clueless, then I realized I should end with a question. “Oh. I didn’t know we’ve already started. Should I ask first?”

He watched me a while before responding, "Let us play a game." I drew down my eyebrows in curiosity. "You never struck me as one who played games." He laughed, "Well, it depends. Are you in or not?" I nodded, sipping some milk from my glass. "It is called five questions. You get to ask me five questions and I will answer as honestly as I can. And vice versa," he explained. "That is how conversations work. Why does it have to be a game?" I deadpanned. "Because," he shrugged.

“Games, gifts, or food?” I smiled, sipping my champagne. “Let’s start with the games! I’ve been looking forward to them.” Mary nodded. “Okay, ladies, get ready! First up, the ‘How Well Do You Know the Bride’ game!” Everyone gathered around as Mary explained the rules. Each of my friends had to answer questions about me, and whoever got the most right would win a little prize. The questions ranged from easy ones like “What’s Lyra’s favorite color?” to more personal ones like “Where did Lyra and Kurtis have their first date?”

The air tightened between us, charged with all the things she dared not say. Then her questions spilled out, hesitant at first, then relentless, as though once opened the need could not be contained. Each question trembled with shame even as it burned for an answer, her voice unsteady, her eyes wide as though daring me to bare truths no one else had survived hearing. “Does the hunger ever quiet?” she asked, almost childlike, as though bracing for me to refuse her. Surprise flickered in her eyes when I answered without hesitation. “Never,” I told her, voice low and merciless. “It prowls always, scratching beneath the ribs. Only blood dulls it, and only for a moment. Then it wakes again, loude