If Questions Funny Novels & Stories

This isn't funny, not one bit of it is. "Child, calm down," she says meeting my questioning gaze with her soft ones. "Calm down?! Is this some kind of a joke?! 'cause it is not funny and it's the last I need right now." I furiously lash out, forcing my legs down to the floor. "Why do you think it's a joke?" The lady in white ask, "Have you not been in a sexually active relationship lately?"

“... I thought you were better than Ethan, how could you do this to me? You brought me here and now you don't want me to leave? You have other girls trapped here too? What are you— some kind of serial killer? What the heck is wrong with you?” He didn't speak, not for the first few seconds and then, boom, he bursted out laughing. “You're really funny,you know that?” I didn't know that. I wasn't trying to make jokes either so how could I have possibly been funny? “I'm not trying to be funny.” “Are you sure?” “And what's that supposed to mean?” “That you're funny.” “I'm not. I'm asking you serious questions here, what are you?” I paused, like a dramatic effect, and then exhaled, “is this why yo

She said and the couple laughed it off, claiming that they understand "Mom, can we leave please?" Max spoke up in his deep sexy voice that was laced with annoy Immediately they left, "Olivia, how could you greet elders like that?" her mother a What worries them was how they could tell that Max was pi "I didn't come here to be greeting people. Moreover, I did say 'hi' to them." She said nonchala .. Immediately Max and his family settled down on their seat, "she's so beautiful." Emily sai "But was deprived of a brain. Grow up well, dear." Max rep

“I’m never going to talk to you again,” Sal grunted in regret, unable to forgo divulging such humiliations she had as a dancer and now this aurum is never going to let her live it down. “I’m only teasing you” June cackles, pinky twirling in an X motion, repeating ‘wrong' to let the other continue dying in embarrassment. “highly unlikely, I feel threatened.” Why did she even agree to ‘20 questions’? June gave no mercy even if all Sal asked were ‘favorite color, pet’ and the like.

And I really am pissed. “Aren't you going to ask how we are holding up? The state of the company, and what we are doing to get it back to stability again?” You know, forget this acerbic, beamy smirk on my lips that is enough to light up this room. If only my child was not sleeping some distance away from me, this room’s walls would be shaking from the echoes of my laughter. Like, seriously? How absurd her stupid rhetorical questions are! How cliche!

The laughter he had was never pleasing to the ears, and in fact, it was annoyingly horrible, and annoyingly ear-shuttering. “I don’t care about you, Vhynz.” Rabiya answered, she was not in the mood to ride Vhynz’s another episode of ‘Look at me, I’m funny,’ so she just threw him a straight from a Hollywood Antagonistic actress’ rolling eyes and continued, “Just ask me the question before I get totally annoyed by your face... And laugh.” Vhynz stopped laughing. “I’ve been wanting to ask you this question ever since, but I never find a perfect opportunity to do it...”

– He questioned him. - In which at the same time I feel my face burning, it's quite unpleasant. - He said. - It looks more like your muscles hurt from laughing so much, a habit that is bad, because you shouldn't have the habit of laughing often. - He said. - Then. – He said, changing the subject. - When are we having dinner? – He questioned them. - Do you have the munchies, worm by any chance? – He questioned him. - No, nothing like that, just hungry, I haven't eaten since before arriving. - He said.

Like a father would do to the silly jokes of a little child. “That’s humbling. Well, we have a deal. You ask me three questions of anything, no compound questions—” “I also remember the rules you stated.” I was taking everything I could get at this point being sassy with him. A side of me would never take away the coldness I felt from him the first time I defiled him. A part of me would always expect to hear that side of him every time I went against him either in a friendly or serious tone. “she’s on fire…” He said, grinning. I could tell through his voice and the subtle reflection on the glass.

"Twenty Questions? What's that?" "It's a game where we each take turns asking each other a question, and we have to answer truthfully," I explained. "It's a fun way to get to know each other better." Margot hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Alright, I'm in," she said, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. I started with a light-hearted question to ease the tension. "What's your favorite thing to do in your free time?" A smile crept onto Margot's face as she replied, "I love spending time with my family and friends, especially my younger sister. We used to have so much fun together."

He answered all my questions even though we were just one win one question. "So, why did one of your men killed him?" I just asked again. "One question at a time." I rolled my eyes because of what he said. "You didn't even answer my question earlier," "Still you asked another question and I answered." I just rolled my eyes again. I think for a moment. "Hey! I didn't ask anything else! It's like we just talked about what happened before! Don't me, huh! What are you talking about, huh? You thought, huh! Answer my question!" The madman just laughed.