I Have Some Questions For You Novels & Stories

“I have a couple of questions that I would like you to answer if that’s okay?” “Sure, Spar with me and I will answer them”

Chapter 71 Luke Pov I don’t know what’s going on and why Susan is suddenly becoming interested in me, why does she keep asking me questions all of a sudden? After hearing the question Susan asked me I didn’t know what to reply her so o had to think really hard on a good reply to give her so that she stop bugging me with so many questions.

"It's obvious I'm not asking for your Favorite colors or hobbies you have no use for. All I'm asking about is maybe some dark or deep secrets I ought to know." , any family anywhere? Friends? Or close relationships?" He rushes the question at me with my eyes darting all around the room, I

LET'S DO A Q&A! (ASK THE CHARACTER OR ME QUESTIONS!) — you guys, can leave the questions in this chapter...🌼

" I miss you very much " " Cut the crap! I have some questions for you which I need you to answer " "Let me guess, those questions have to do with that b**** right? at the end of the day, the only reason you came to see me was because of her. well if that's the case you are not getting anything out of me "

I inquired trying to start a conversation. “Why’re you asking me this many questions? Don’t you have a meeting to be at or something?” She snapped, arose from the table, and walked out of my sight.

Seriousness. “I know you have questions,” Spiro said. “I will do my best to answer them.”

“Let’s go. We have a lot of questions that they will be answering.” ©COPYRIGHT 2025/T.MURPHY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

It’ѕ tеllіng me to аѕk mоrе questions; fіnd оut mоrе; do more; think mоrе. I’m just оn the verge оf fіgurіng it out. Thеrе’ѕ nо wау I’m giving uр nоw. The nerve of thе guy is аѕtоundіng. I ѕhаkе mу hеаd аnd open mу purse, I’m іnѕtіnсtіvеlу looking fоr lірѕtісk that’s nоt thеrе anymore. I need to think аbоut whаt’ѕ nеxt.

"Gone. I got here first." Ayesha’s blood ran cold. She stepped closer. "Did you kill him?" Subject 17 smirked. "No." She stood slowly, her movements measured, controlled. "I let him go." Ayesha’s breath hitched. "Why?" Subject 17’s eyes darkened. "Because you’re asking the wrong questions." Ayesha clenched her fists. "Then what should I be asking?" Subject 17 stepped forward, lowering her voice. "Not who made me."