Que Prefieres Preguntas Novels & Stories

“Just how many questions are you going to throw on me?” “It’s not that much. Just bear with it, young master.” I sighed. “What color do you prefer? A: light colors, B: dark and dull colors?” “I like monochrome.” “Uhm… ok, I'll answer for you, young master.” He wrote it down. “What color did he/she prefer? Is it: A: light colors, B: dark—” “How would I know?” I sneered. “You can tell by the things she wears and uses.”

“That is the beginning.” Imani writes in her notebook. “What if she says fine?” she says. “Ask her again in a different way,” I say. “People say fine because it is efficient. It is the answer that closes the conversation. Ask a question that cannot be closed with fines.” “Like what?” she says. “Like what did you want to be before everything else happened?” I say. “Like, what is the thing you do that makes you forget what time it is. Like, what would you change if you knew it would work?” I pause. “Questions that require an actual answer.”

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He asked. Then he mentally slapped himself in the face. Was this the best question he could have thought up? Why didn't he thinknof something better than this? The question was lame. "I— No one has ever asked me about my color preference. Or anything I prefer," Aria answered. Her response made Damien wonder what she had gone through growing up. What hell had she faced? What demon had she had to battle? "I'm sure you have a preference. What is it?" Damien urged on.

I say as I roll my eyes before asking my question. “Would you rather be alone for the rest of your life or be surrounded by irritating people?” I snickered as his face expressed displeasure at my cutting him off, but it soon softened into a soft smile after I gave him my puppy eyes. “I'd prefer to be alone,” he said, casting a glance at me. “Would you prefer to relive your past memories or see your future?” He inquired. We came to a halt and sat on a bench, facing each other.

He questions me gently. "I prefer being alone," I say shrugging my shoulders, slowly chewing on the candy enjoying its soft sweet taste. "Lies, Luna. No one prefers to be alone." This male is not one without a brain. "Maybe, maybe not. I have questions for you, Conus" I tell him straight away. "Ask away, Luna." He replies without thinking twice. "Who are you?" I ask him directly with no hesitation. Finally, I can get the answer to appease my curiosity that desperately needs to be put down.