Novel & Cerita Que Prefieres Preguntas

“Of course, sweetness, anything at all.” A thousand questions ran through my head, each one of them less appropriate than the one before. I had almost no idea what to ask him. In the end I went for some cheesy first date-style questions. “Do you prefer dogs or cats?” He raised his eyebrows, but looked thoughtful for a moment. “Dogs. They're more fun.” “And what's your favourite colour?” I asked next, smiling as if I'd liked his first answer. In truth I was getting time to study him. He was good-looking in a rugged sort of way, his flannel shirt unbuttoned a little too low, curly chest hair on show.

His eyes light up. “Does this ‘no harm in asking’ rule only apply to flirting or can it apply to other questions too?” He asks. I shrug. “I don’t know. I just don’t answer questions I don’t want to answer.” I conclude. “Perfect, In that case, what is your favourite colour?” He asks politely. “Huh?” I respond dumbly. “Your favourite colour. What is it?” He repeats. “Purple?” I respond. He nods seriously. “A good choice. I like green"

Julietta / Julia “Likewise. So let’s start with twenty questions and get to know one another better.” I held his gaze to challenge him. He rolled his eyes. “That’s such a cliché game. I prefer something else. Do you play chess?” I nodded, waiting for his suggestion. Why did my heart pound in its cage? “Yes, but it’s not my favorite.” His eyes sparkled with a newfound excitement. “That doesn’t matter. So, whoever loses will have to face a question and answer it honestly. What do you think?”

Who is he? “How do you know all of that?” - I ask looking at the floor “I know everything about you” - he tells me “What’s my favourite colour? What’s my favourite food? What’s my favourite Drink? What’s my favourite Song? Am I a cat or a dog person? What do I like to do in my spare time? What kind of movies do I like to watch? What do I do when I’m upset?” - I ask these questions to him and he looks me deep in my eyes

The cab driver decided to ask Jane some questions. After all, it won't be funny for him if it was possible that he was habouring a thief. "Sorry to be a gossip or disturbing your privacy but who are you? You don't seem to be from around here and you don't look like a second generation rich kid. How are you able to afford all these. I mean, first it was the Glowing View hotel and now this? Surely you are not some ordinary personnel."

he raised an eyebrow. "Erm let's play ten questions, you ask I answer, and the same thing goes to me " "oh yeah -okay," Hunter sighed. "What's wrong? You don't like the game? " "No, just I thought..you want to "he paused and looked at me and poked my nose. "You got me, you silly girl " "Your question? "I grinned. "Hmm, your favorite color? " "Red " I answered. "My turn " " What's yours? "

there, as I am ready to start our private talk, I ask my first question, “What color do you like?” He takes a second to react to my abrupt question. He then answers, “Red.” “Oh!” as hard as I can, I slap on my firm ass with my palm, making a sharp and loud noise, “Like the pantie I’m wearing today. Sexy and passionate.” I said. My answer claims an odd look from him. I cover my mouth as I giggle shyly. Then, I ask my next question, “What coffee do you like?” Without pondering, he answers, “Ristretto.”

“We should definitely fix that.” I tossed a piece of popcorn into my mouth and shrugged. “What do you have in mind?” "I get to ask you basic questions people would expect me to know" he said "Alright, shoot!" I said adjusting into the seat “What’s your favorite thing to do when you’re not working?” “That’s easy, reading or binge-watching movies,” I answered without hesitation. “Nerd,” he teased, nudging my arm. “Your turn. Ask me anything.” I thought for a moment, trying to come up with a lighthearted question, but instead, something heavier slipped out before I could stop it. “Why did you choose me?”

Third Person's POV “What’s my favorite food?” Diego asked casually, keeping his cool while driving. “Uhhhh…” Marissa was caught off guard by the question but still answered it. “Pasta and shrimp.” Woah, why is Diego Montero asking about his favorite food right now? This is... absurd. Even though confused, Marissa stashed her cell phone and regarded Diego completely because he seemed to continue his game of questions. She does not have a choice but to answer all of them.

She asked, clearly unfamiliar with the idea. “You ask twenty-one questions to each other, and vice versa.” I quickly explained. “The same questions?” She asked, clarifying. “It can be the same or different, it’s up to you.” I replied. “Okay. Got it. Shoot.” She encouraged me, ready for the game. “What’s your favorite color?” I asked, expecting the usual answer. Laila scrunched her nose in clear distaste. “Are all those questions just ‘favorite’ something?” She frowned, clearly unimpressed.