Pick A Number Questions Novels & Stories

I did the math twice and got the same insane answer both times. I sat there in front of him holding my phone with that number sitting on my screen like it was a completely normal figure to put in a document you typed for booking a private slutgirl. The question he’d asked me forty minutes ago came back without warning. Is that what you want, or is that just what you settle for? And standing here with that number on my screen, I thought…very quietly, very honestly…that I had never once in my life actually asked myself that question.

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Her gaze wasn’t fully present in the room as if something kept pulling her attention “Is something on your mind?" I asked. She shook her head quickly. "No.” The answer came fast. I raised an eyebrow slightly. Didn’t push. "If something’s bothering you you can tell me.” Rachel paused, then let out a breath. "It’s that number.” “The unknown number?" I asked. “Yeah." she said. "It’s been happening a lot lately.” I frowned slightly. "A lot?” She nodded. "The past few days.. I never pick up.”

"The numbers that can not be changed into rules are 6,7,8,13,14 and 15." A lean muscled guy walked into the middle with a tray of what I figured out to be glass cups of alcohol. He went round the circle and we all picked a glass. "Let's say, number ten... We all make a cat sound, meow." He held his drink in his hand. "Get it?" "Yes!" We chorused and I was already feeling excited. "One, two, three, four..." The game began and I was anxious for it to reach me.

He pointed at me. “Well, little lamb is out, that leaves only number 4. Now it is time to pick what they'd do for you.” “Fuck…”

So if keeping her name a secret will keep her ex away, so be it. “Favorite number?” I asked her. “That’s a good one actually, thirteen”, she answers. “You”? “Seven”, I reply. “Prime numbers”, she says quietly, and I look at her confused. “Numbers that can only be factored by one and themselves”. Figures she’s super intelligent, this fucking girl is an eighteen-year-old entrepreneur! “I want ice cream”, she randomly blurts out. I laugh as I grab my phone to check and see what’s still open, “Door Dash is still delivering. What kind of ice cream are you looking for”?

Kendall saw Hannah nod and had already locked in four numbers. He pursed his lips and said, "Is it related to my birthday?" Hannah nodded again, and the only common number between their two birthdays was 2. Kendall did not ask the third question and directly gave the answer: 2. Mona laughed and said, "You guessed pretty accurately." Hannah drew another card, the questions could not be repeated, the two questions from earlier could not be asked again.

My attention was immediately drawn to the question that displayed on the screen “Are you a virgin?” *If yes; then would you like to play a game?*

WHO IS THE TRUE HEIR OF DAVID ASHFORD? Everyone stared at the words. Daniel frowned. "What kind of question is that?" Victor smiled faintly. "It isn't asking for a name." "It's testing something." Nick stepped closer. "There isn't even a keyboard." As soon as he finished speaking, four answers appeared on the screen. A. Blood, B. Power, C. Choice, D. Revenge. Claire frowned. "This is strange." Ariana looked at Nick. "What would your father choose?"

Naughty! “Um… number 8, pick from the basket” I heard the host say. “Daddy, what the hell are you waiting for? Can't you see that you have the tag number 8? You're the one who should pick from the basket” Zara nudged the Master, and he forced a smile at her. “Must I really participate in this game? I mean, I could just keep watching instead of playing, right?” The Master tried to convince Zara.