Hunger Games Questions Novels & Stories

“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?”

Then another. Behind her, Cassian exhaled sharply, shaking his head as he slid his daggers back into their holsters. “Alright. I have questions. Many, many questions.” His voice was light, but his eyes were sharp as they flicked toward her. “Starting with what the hell just happened?” Lena flexed her fingers, watching the faint traces of violet fire dance along her skin before flickering out. The Riftfire wasn’t resisting her anymore. It wasn’t raging. It was waiting.

They didn’t care about the danger—some stood directly in our path, some even dared me to run, dared me to try and get past them. “Katniss, don’t run! Answer our questions!” a voice shouted out, the tone of the words clear and demanding. “If you keep running, then it can only be true what people are saying! Are you and Mr. Kent having an affair? Did you and him betray his wife?” Their words lashed at me like a whip. “Katniss! Katniss, is it true? Are you and James done? Did he leave you?” another voice yelled, louder this time, cutting through the chaos like a blade.

She wasn't the least bit afraid of him. "Would you like to play a game?" Scarlett inquired. "Shoot." "There is one rule, and we each have five questions." "Which is?" "We cannot lie, but if the question is too sensitive, there is a way out." Simon chuckled. She felt his hand at her waist. He looked directly into her eyes. "I'm in." He had no idea she would be this entertaining, but he loves to play games. He was never beaten at it. "How many women have you shared beds with?"

He laughed like a housewife sharing the most casual of gossip. "I, of course, just want to urge you to ask her the right questions. Nothing drastic, of course! Maybe ask, how did Gideon Powers suddenly end up dead after his clear life sentence? And how did Delta Natalia end up dead as well in quite a similar fashion? Oh, and do ask who was responsible for a certain cake shop fire that turned literally everyone and everything to ash."

What are your questions my child? She felt slightly claustrophobic as they kept nearing her. She swallowed then timidly asked her questions. "Well, sirs, my first question is, why did my father have to die? The second question is why adn when were Xavier and I betrothed, adn my last question is what, exactly, am I?"

However, at that point, I did not care because I was deeply enjoying myself, and Cole seemed to be too as he tapped his feet repeatedly on the floor. "Now onto the third game. This will be a series of twenty questions about each other, and the couple with the most correct answers wins," the host explained quickly as he showed the list of twenty questions on the projector and I glanced at it in shock. I did not know half of the questions, and I was not sure Cole knew them too.

Baby Robbie and Baby Zetty spent a lot of time and effort trying to make things difficult for Angeline. They collected ten hardest questions to ask Angeline. When Baby Zetty handed the question book over to Angeline, she also warned her solemnly and said, “Aunty Whatever, I hope you can finish these ten questions on your own. You can’t ask my daddy.” Angeline took a look at the booklet and uh, the ten questions involved physics, chemistry, maths, biology, music, and sports. What was even more shocking was that there actually was a question on dating skills.

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?

“A game? What kind of game?” “Twenty Questions,” Liam replied with a smirk. “But with a twist. We each think of a person, and the others have to guess who it is. And,” he added, reaching for the bottle of wine on the table, “we drink if we get a question wrong.” “That seems childish,” Alexander muttered. “Afraid you’ll lose?” Liam challenged, already pouring wine into his glass. Alexander’s jaw clenched. “I don’t lose.” “Then prove it.” I watched this exchange with fascination. It was clear that neither man wanted to back down, their Alpha instincts kicking in at the same time like two switches being flipped at once. But it wasn’t just that—it was the way Alexander’s eyes kept flicking to me