Que Prefieres Preguntas 소설 & 이야기

Neha-Dhruv 2. Your favorite seen in the book? 3. Please tell me If you related to the story somewhere? 4. What you don't like in the story? 5. Please do tell me how's the update.

“Uh, yes. Of course.” I narrowed my eyes. “Try that again, dear.” Killian cleared his throat, but I was glad to know he was just joking. “Of course we can, mia amore. We’ll know each other inside and out.” “Correct answer. So. What’s your favorite color?” “Is this going to be a game of twenty questions?” he groaned. “It can be. Same question.” “Black.” “Like your soul?” He chuckled. “Yes. What music do you like?”

I'm sure I'm as red as a tomato! "So.. Mate, I know nothing about you," I try to sound enthusiastic. He leans back on his chair and covers his gorgeous fingers over his face. "So we're playing twenty questions, eh," He starts... I nod and straighten my back. "Ok, shot!" "What is your favorite color?" "Black," "and yours?" "Mine too," "How many siblings do you have?" "I have one sister. She's my little spitfire, and you?"

I called him again. This time he shifted his gaze at me with an irritating look on his face. “What the hell do you want?” I smiled at him. “Can I ask you some questions?” He rolled his eyes then went back to reading. “Spill it out.” I straightened my back. “What is your hobby? Oh. Scratch that hahaha.” I thought for a while before I asked him another question. “I mean, what is your favorite food?” He flipped another page of the book that he's reading. “Souflles.”

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I thought they both won't even talk, it seems like that's better than this question. " Yeah, I do. For example, I want the options to be pussy or ass. Witch one she likes to...." I understand what he's saying. Seriously, Ryder? Can't they ask anything simpler like what's my favourite colour? Well, that should be a question to kids. " That's enough. I take the second option. I mean despacito," I stuttered, saying the word slow in Spanish. Somehow, I remember 'despacito' song if I think about slow.

"that's good it's beautiful from here. Hey do you want to play a game" "if you want to play board games then sorry I suck at it" "Nah, I am talking about twenty questions" "Okay but I will go first, what is your favourite spot" " I like to be in the open air so I spend most of my timer on the terrace" "Ohh, your turn now" After two miners of silence, he said "who do you hate the most" "I don't hate maybe I am disappointed by some people but I don't hate anyone"

He should as well have a cold shower than having to play a question and answer game he remembered playing when he was 5 with a hard-on. "Please," she pleaded pouting and because he was a fool and had a weakness that started with M, he settled back. "So, you are to answer a question in the next five seconds then ask a question back. Anyone who takes more than five seconds, before they blurt out answers loses." Xavier nodded in agreement asking her to go first. "Favorite pizza topping?" "Pepperoni." He smiled, "Favorite colour?" "Black." He chuckled not believing her choice of favorites as he had expected her to go for pink or yellow, something girly. "Where have you always wanted to visit?"

I said, trying to come up with a question at the top of my head. “Hmmm, my favorite color is green and I love summer.” He answered as he went first again and his ball rolled close to the hole. “Okay, my turn on asking. Favorite food?” I hit the ball and it was nowhere near the hole. “Um, I like pasta. Chicken or shrimp, it kind of doesn’t matter. How about you?” “My favorite is too simple: chicken.” He answered as he was able to hit the ball into the hole again. “My next question is: what do you want for your birthday?”

she asked lightly, trying to ease the sudden shift. “I can arrange it,” he simply said. Anne exhaled softly, Shrugging her shoulders. “Okay then.” She leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on the table. “Can I ask you something?” His gaze lifted to hers. “You just did.” She ignored the sarcasm. “What do you like?” His brow lifted. “What do you mean?” “Like… things. Hobbies. Preferences. Stuff you enjoy.” He leaned back in his chair, pouting his lips thoughtfully.