Never Have I Ever Question Novels & Stories

Of course! Did I really have to think about it? Mom. Ignoring the question, I slipped the phone back into my pocket only for it to start buzzing again. "Cash? Was that Rio?" I grit my teeth. Since when was she a damn mind-reader? Oh wait, she didn't have to be, not when she was the one instigating the entire situation! "I bet he just wants to see how you are. How you liked all the things you're so heartlessly giving away."

Henry shouted, "No! Yelena, I will never divorce you! And the child—why did you never tell me about it?" His voice trembled as he spoke. He was probably regretting it, but what was the use of regret? We could never go back. No matter how hard he tried, it was over. "I will never agree to a divorce!" Henry insisted. "Don't joke with me. This isn't funny at all." So, he thought I was joking.

Hadn't I? ***

The screen flickered, and the performance data vanished, replaced by rows of late-night chat logs documenting his harassment of me. At the same time, those two vulgar voice messages echoed through the auditorium. "Meg, you look just like your sister in that dress… Why don't you keep me company tonight? I'm so lonely." "The company's annual celebration is in three days. Ms. Eva Taylor from headquarters will be attending in person. I'm quite familiar with her secretary. If you still want that Amberton assignment, you know what to do. Fix the proposal for me." The crowd erupted into chaos.

I roll over to my side, watching her from her profile. “Are you tired?” She shakes her head, then turns to me, too. “Not at all.” My eyes hold hers. "Have you ever done something you wish you had never done, or regretted doing?” I ask, my voice coming out as a whisper. Dre nods. “Yeah, a few things.” “How bad were they?” Dre smiles a little. “One was not so bad, now that I think about it, the other one was.” “What’s the other one...the bad one?”

He raised herself from the floor, his cock making a lewd popping sound as she let it exit her mouth. "You fuckers aren't going to hurt me are you?" She asked in an honest a voice as she could, realizing the strangeness of the question. "I, well, I've never had sex with more than one man at a time! I want to have fun and give all of you a lot of pleasure, but..."

"Okay, so I prepared quite a number of games, but the two most interesting ones would be never have I ever and two truths and a lie." "Oh, Kim" Ariande commented, making all of us laugh. "So here are the rules for 'never have I ever'. Actually, it has just one rule. Everyone gets a turn to say 'never have I ever' and if you've done it before, you get to drink." "Oh sh*t" I said before I could control it and the same expression was on Ariande's face. Maybe that was why she had said that earlier. "Uhm... I may not be able to participate in the game."

“Are you sure you want this?” “I've never been more sure.”

And if I really was the child she'd been searching for all these years, how could she handle knowing both her daughters were dead? I shook my head and stepped back, retreating into my own grief. My gaze shifted to my mom, her eyes cold and calculating. No. I couldn't call her "Mom" anymore. She was Gianna Beech. Anger surged through me, and before I could stop myself, I charged at Gianna, my fist swinging toward her head. But it went straight through her. I froze, staring at my ghostly hand. A bitter smile crept onto my lips. Right. I was dead. Even with the truth burning in my chest, I couldn't do a thing to her. Of course. Evil people always seem to live forever.

There was only silence in response. It was then that he remembered. He turned toward the bedroom and called out, “Samantha, what the hell is going on with you? Who gave you the right to fire Mrs. Taylor?” He shouted several more times, but no one answered. Annoyance crept over Shawn’s face as he moved toward the bedroom. I instinctively held my breath as I remembered that my lifeless body was still lying in that room.