Pick A Number Questions Novels & Stories

? I decide on. “Xavier,” he says simply. “Okay Xavier, how would you feel about playing a little game?” I say seductively. He raises an eyebrow “I'm listening..” he says intrigued. “20 questions,” I say and he looks a little uninterested. “With a twist” I’ve gained interest again. “Here are the rules, we’ll ask each other questions, and if you don’t want to answer, you take off an article of clothing,” I say that last part slowly. He’s very intrigued now and I'm loving it. “We’ll each start with the same number of clothes and whoever is down to one left loses.” He perks up an eyebrow and says “And what does the winner get?” he says seductively. I think about it for a minu

A game of ten questions. The perfect way of finding out from someone exactly what you want to know. At least it was a perfect technique Sharon used on her. It simply involved taking turns to ask each other questions. Once you've gotten the other trapped in a leading question, you proceed by asking the other a series of 'whys' for each answer given. More than ten questions weren't allowed. "Nicholas," she called softly, "what is your full name?" "I know not the answer to your question."

"I have a game I want to play with you, it would let us get to learn a bit more about each other." "What is it?" "Any 5 questions, but we can change the number to keep it going for longer." "Okay, that sounds like fun, actually," I said, and finished my Big Red, before asking for another one, "You can go first." "Favorite music genre or band?" "You can't make me choose one when there are so many! How about top 3?" "Fine, but you have to listen to at least 3 of their songs to list them."

I quickly scribbled down a number and held it up for them to see. "Okay, I wrote it down," I said. "I pick five," Mathias declared. "I pick seven," Daxon said confidently. I revealed the number eight, and Daxon's face lit up with a triumphant smile. "I win," Daxon said, his voice filled with glee. Mathias groaned in annoyance but didn't protest further, walking over to sit on a nearby chair. Daxon returned to the bed, his eyes filled with a mixture of lust and tenderness. He leaned

"Our first contestant is Stacey Joanelle McGrath." Mr Jordan announced. Stacey got off her seat and walked to the podium and took the microphone. "This question will be to test your intelligence. If you answer this question correctly, you get five points, and if you don't, you lose five points. Good luck. Your question, four suspects (A, B, C, D) were interrogated : A said C won't cheat unless B cheated. "Put in mind that only one person can be a liar, so choose the correct answer carefully. The 3rd judge, a woman, read out with a smirk on her face.

This is going to be a shitshow. I briefly meet his gaze and I’m happy that Rory is on her phone, probably texting Justin if I had to guess. “Okay, well, I’ll give you a brief rundown and also a refresher for everyone else. So, you pick a person, ask them truth or dare and then choose a number. If the person rolling the dice rolls that number then you get to ask them the question or dare them to do something, whichever they choose. We usually only do dares but for the sake of keeping things”—she shoots me and Rory a look—“more PG because no one wants to take their clothes off anymore”—she rolls her eyes —“we’ll offer truths.”

She explained and I grew confused again. “When what time comes?” I asked. She smiled. “Is that your first question?” She asked back and I immediately disagreed. “No no.” I muttered and then I stared thoughtfully. “Actually, yes.” I said. “Let’s start with that.” I decided to go for an unspecified question that would give me a general insight of things since I only had three questions to ask. “Good choice.” Princess Anne muttered and roamed her gaze around the room, seemingly compiling her response.

Finn proud. It was the last question and Ridgeway High and Everton High were tied. If we got this question correct then we would be the victors. "Last question," the announcer said, "the first team to hit the buzzer and answer the question correct wins this year's Mathematics decathlon." "In honour of Pi day, what are first fifteen numbers?" I racked my brain for the answer but I only knew the first six because I couldn't master more than that. The participants from Everton High were discussing among themselves but they too, didn't know the answer.

She picks it up. Unknown number. Not Vael's pattern, not the number from last night, something new, and the message is not four words this time, it is one. "Run"

Like a piece was missing. My phone buzzed. Unknown number. Of course. I opened the message. A single line. YOU’RE STARTING TO SEE IT. My chest tightened. Another line followed. BUT YOU’RE STILL NOT ASKING THE RIGHT QUESTION. I swallowed. Because that again. That phrase. The same one from before. Ask the right questions. My fingers hovered over the screen. Then I typed. What question? The reply came instantly. WHO BENEFITS MOST IF YOU AND DAMIAN DESTROY EACH OTHER?