Never Have I Ever Question Novels & Stories

“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.

EVER? This word often crossed everyone's head. However, the question to be the most important point is. Have you ever wondered why some people are so perfect? And why are some people so imperfect? No ... not the intention to compare the lives of everyone who is clearly different. We are beings mortal-which sure any of us ever or even often questioned it. If never, surely they are people who are always trying to be perfect, right?

I asked again, still firmly. He scoffed, scoffed again, and again, and then chuckled. “ Mr Hakim Mali”, he said, “ you sure are joking right now, right? Are you drunk? Like, are you really drunk? Or did you try any of the hard stuffs? Cocaine, marijuana, any of them? Did you try them? Because it sure seems like you did”. I shook my head, “ no, I didn't”. “ Then how the hell do you explain the fact that you came to my house to ask me some stupid, nonsensical question. Will my answer determine the kind of punishment you'll give me for kissing in your damn parking lot? Huh?”

Eash took a pause, looking around, trying to find a way to explain. "Have you ever had sex?" he then asked a totally unexpected question. "NO!!!" Riley turned even redder. Eash chuckled. "Do you feel you need to have sex many times every day? Like something is missing in your life without it?" "NO!!!" Riley almost screamed. How could someone feel like that? Not just once, but many times?

Rhea's Pov Neveah blinked, as if shocked that we even asked her such a question. She wrung her hands together, eyes fluttering shyly and her eyes darting between Alaric and I. “You… You really want to… You really want to adopt me?” She questioned, her tone of voice incredulous, “I'm not hearing things, right?” She turned to Laziel and held his arms, “I'm not hearing things, right?!” Laziel chuckled at the change in her tone, “Of course you're not hearing things. They are really asking and waiting for your answer, won't you reply to them?” He asked, ruffling her on the head.

... At a renowned publishing house in Asteron, Kimberly typed diligently, focused on her manuscript. Her editor had just informed her that her contest entry passed the preliminary round, and now she needed a new piece for the next stage. Hannah called. "Kimberly, check your phone. It's explosive!" Kimberly, puzzled, opened her device and saw the top trending topic with the hashtag #Siena's Private Character. Clicking in, she found a flood of scandals, retweeted by prominent producers and directors. Their line was all the same: [Immoral artist Siena Gallegos is permanently blacklisted!]

“I want to go home, momma.” She smiled and cup his small cheeks that were no bigger than the size of her palm. “Soon, baby. I’m almost done here.” She replied to him. Rather than throwing a tantrum like any 7-year-old boy his age, he nodded and just stare at the grave of his father. “Momma, why is daddy inside this box? Isn’t it dark? Wouldn’t he be afraid of it?” He pointed to the grave. She smiled at his innocent questions and pulled her closer to her side. “Sooner or later, we will be here too, my love. It’s normal for anyone who has passed away. This is what people called ugh…. Final resting place.”

You always want what you can't have. My voice echoed through the venue, carried to every corner by the speakers. Terrence's face turned pale. He opened his mouth to explain, but I didn't give him the chance. "To you, the unattainable is always the most desirable. But once you have something, you never cherish it. Someone like you doesn't deserve to talk about love at all." In the end, Terrence walked away, looking utterly lost and broken. I thought that would be the last time our paths ever crossed in this lifetime.