Hunger Games Questions Novels & Stories

Cassandra looked up, fear now mingling with surprise. "The Game, of course," came the old voice. "I am the One Who Questions. You give me an answer, you shall perish in my jaw." The Grounsler chuckled, with a sound like a tar pit bubbling. "What's going on?" Cassandra whispered. "That is the game. And a very good one, too. Don't speak to the Groundsler with an answer if it questions you. Are you following me?" "So what do we do?" "Keep answering it with your questions, understood?"

They rushed me to the couch, sat in front of me and all started to ask bunch of questions nonstop at the same time. I screamed “Calm down!” and when they stayed silent I continued “One question at a time.” MC raised her hand and asked her question “Did he kiss you?” I screamed “Next” then my mom raised her hand “Did you kiss him?” “Seriously next” I yelled again. This time my dad raised his hand “How was the hunt?”

“Speaking of which…” “What is it now?” she asked with a chuckle. “You don’t wish to dine with your opponent this time, do you?” I swallowed hard, squaring my shoulders to face her. “No, nothing like that,” I said. “I just… I have a question, that’s all.” “Ask away.” “What happens to your mates, if they… fail?” I asked. She furrowed her brow and blinked at me in confusion. “Fail?” she laughed. “You mean in the arena? It’s a fight to the death, my dear. I thought that was obvious.”

he said slowly. 5 more minutes and there are still 12 questions that Aiys hasn't done. Time continued to cut the distance of the first session of the race followed by sweat coming out of Aiys's temple, Aiys was still trying. 2 more minutes and there are still 10 questions that Aiys has not done. 45 questions consist of 25 multiple choice and 20 essays. In the remaining time Aiys is still grateful because there are only 10 multiple choice questions left. 1 minute left with 9 questions that Aiys doesn't know the answer to. Aiys doesn't give up, she won't leave her answer sheet blank. Moreover, now there are no pluses and minuses. Aiys blackened the answer based on the heart he had. "TEEEEEETTT

The groom and bride were to watch, take it all in and enjoy. One of the games was called ‘come-clean’ and a question from the game was, “How many of you have fucked the groom?” Nobody raised their hand, but Elara noticed Mia fidgeting. Kai saw it too and tried to distract Elara with a few talk here and there, but the seed of doubt was planted.

It wasn't enough that she stopped to kiss him every now and then and rubbed his crotch. Arrrgh!! The game itself was the knife in my chest. The rules and questions obviously favored her. The rule was actually very simple: you're asked a question, and if you can't answer it, you're forced into a dare or you take a shot of vodka. There should have been no problem if they had stuck to general questions. I mean, English language or literature would have been a perfect choice, but instead, they chose history.

he smiled, “Hmm, I almost buried the lead.” “Before what?” “The game is called twenty-one questions, but because you have more than I do, I will modify it to five questions.” “What the hell kind of modification is that?” “I wasn’t finished. We will modify it to five questions in five phases. So rather than twenty-one questions, they will be twenty-five.” He said, then scratched his neck, “During the first phase, you or I will ask five questions continuously, and I will answer with as much detail and honesty as I can. But in the second to fifth, it will be a question and answer session.”

I asked him all of the sudden, breaking the silence between us. "Hmm? Aren't we too old for games?" He muttered in response. I rolled my eyes at him, "Didn't you want for us to get to know each other?" "Yeah. But what does that have to do with a game?" "Do you know the 'twenty-one questions' game?" I asked. He shook his head, looking so clueless, "What's that?" "Simple. We'll take turns in asking until we reach twenty-one questions," I said. "I'll start. What's your ideal type?"

I blink in surprise, but continue with the rest of the lines, each one a question that requires only a single word answer. “Will he offer me his teeth?” “Yes.” “Will he offer me his jaws?” “Yes.” “Will he offer me his, hunger?” “Yes.” “Again, will he offer me his hunger?” “Yes.” I am staring at his silvery eyes, which are locked onto mine and with each question, he has stepped closer to me. My heart rate begins to increase, and I feel my temperature rising, I ask the next question. “And will he starve without me?” “Yes!” My heart skips a beat, in anticipation of the next line, he is almost within touching distance now.

"No, I have asked 5." "Well, it feels like 100." "Because my questions make sense, you exhausted yours with stupid questions." Questions like; Have you ever thought of going blonde? What do you think about pizza? Do you smell your feet?. "I haven't exhausted my question, I have 2 more questions left." "How do you feel about death?" I asked. "Geez, are you trying to make me sad or what?" "Just answer, Creep." "Inevitable." I waited for him to add more to the known word.