Que Prefieres Preguntas Novels & Stories

Lucah is already out of his mind asking me these questions. “What's your preferences? Your father's secretary, Lupoz has been asking me to provide him with your preferences. I usually give him my preferences because that's what you ask me to do. Even if I'm not really into girls just like you.” I gave him a half smile. He hates engaging in sweet romantic relationship.

"How do you have your coffee?" "milk and one sugar." "brill." "what do you do for fun?" He asks. "nothing really, I mostly stayed is due my appartmwnt unless I had to work, I was afraid I guess." he stops and turns toward me. "You don't have a favourite thing to do?" I shrug. "Not really, I like music though." "we'll have to change that, you need a favourite thing." He says with ha laugh. "Though iexpected you to say shopping. Don't all women like shopping?"

“Do you want to go now?” “Now?” “When else?”

She came closer and asked, "What other drinks do you particularly like?" When i was about to answer her, Kim sat between us and asked Celine, "When are you going to stop asking questions like the paparazzi?" "I just asked. Is it wrong to know someone's preferences." "Oh really? Why do you want her preferences then? What are you going to do with that information anyways?" "I could use this in my restaurant..."

She came closer and asked, "What other drinks do you particularly like?" When i was about to answer her, Kim sat between us and asked Celine, "When are you going to stop asking questions like the paparazzi?" "I just asked. Is it wrong to know someone's preferences." "Oh really? Why do you want her preferences then? What are you going to do with that information anyways?" "I could use this in my restaurant..."

He asked. “Well,” I said. “It's not about whether or not you ask questions as much as how polite you are when asking them. Getting too personal with someone you don’t know is a recipe for foul things to come. Ask her about her favorite color, what kind of music or food she likes, and if she chooses to share something that's one thing. However, don't pry. If she shows you something she can do, you can ask, but I don't want you boys bombarding her about all of the things you wonder if she can do because I don't even think she has all the answers and it’s rude." I told them.

He sighed again as he tutted, “I do not see what you are trying to accomplish.” I threw my hands up in defeat, “Okay, another question. What is my favorite color?” Ford looked baflwed, “what is this nonsense?” “Who am I closer to? My dad or my mom?” He didn’t answer, so I fired another round of questions, “what are my grandparents called? Which one is my favourite? Who is my best friend? What food do I hate? What food is my favorite? Oh… Last one… What have I been doing for the last couple of weeks to help this pack?”

" But first what is the type of questions to be asked ?" " It's very easy actually . It's something like would you rather eat or drink . That's the way you ask the question and the person being asked would get to pick the preferable one they liked ." Rio replied and I looked over at Nathan who had been very quiet and listening for some time now instead . " Are you in ? " I asked him and he nodded. " Yes, sure." It was at this time our food were brought but we decided to continue with the game while eating .

he pauses, “we can talk to Mamaw and see if she knows.” “Okay, next question.” I say smiling slightly. “What is your favorite color?” He asks That took me off guard. “I like yellow, like the color of daffodils.” I said thinking, “but I also like orange, like the color in the sunsets.” “Hmm,” he says again, “what is your favorite food?” “That's a hard one,” I said honestly. “But it would probably be in between pizza, tacos, and chicken alfredo.” “What kind of pizza,” He asks as a follow up question.

she responded in a very low tone. "Okay go ahead. What question do you want to ask me?" I propped. I was unsure of what we wanted to ask me, but one thing I knew for sure is that the question wasn't going to be one that would give me a thought time to answer. "Would you prefer peace over trouble? " she questioned with a puzzled look. "What!! Is that a question to ask?" I questioned. "Nobody on Earth would like trouble over peace and anybody that does that would sure be in for a life full of trouble," I responded.