Novel & Cerita Que Prefieres Preguntas

"Are you up for something this weekend?" It's my turn to pause because his question warms me. He's never asked me before, he just orders me instead. "Yes." I say breathlessly. "You've got to answer a quiz first." I don't know what he means but I'm still up for it. "Which would you prefer - the beach, movies, or fishing?" His question makes me pause. I didn't expect this. Actually, I don't know what I expected. "The beach, well, because it's relaxing,."

We were born on May 21, despite being four years apart from him. "Boxers of Briefs?" "Briefs." “Coke or Sprite?” "Coke." “Burgers or Pizza?” “Burgers.” “Country music, or Metal?” "Metal." I frowned. Rearranging the list of questions in my head. “Action or Romance?” "Thillers." “Coffee or Milk?” "Coffee." "Orange or Apple?" "Orange." “Cats or Dogs?” "Both." “Soccer or Basketball?” "Soccer."

He answers, returning the quesions. "Mine is purple, but I also like blue." I answer, then I ask "What is your favorite dinner food?" We keep talking as we drive, our questions vary from trivial to personal. Some questions just get a basic answer like what is your favorite time of year? Others get a more detailed answer, like what is your biggest regret?

I watched him curiously as he opened the card and a slight chuckle escaped his lips. He looked up at me and smirked while I rolled my eyes at him. "Which is your favorite kind of sex: soft, slow, and sweet or aggressive, fast, and feisty?" He asked as I gaped unbelievably at him. How would I even know the kind of sex I would prefer when I haven't tried it out well, I almost did with Lucas. "Are all the questions dirty?" I asked avoiding his question but I'll still have no choice but to answer it.

Plus, if it was that then Pearl would've known, right? I could see his jaw tense up. "Study training kind of thing, right?" He hummed in response. "Oh, good. What is your favorite color?" "Dark green. Yours?" "Blue," I continued, "What's your favorite food? Mine is cheeseburgers and anything containing chocolate." "I love everything as long as it's edible," he responded. The question-answer round was going smoothly, then, I asked a question out of curiosity, "One intense question. Do you think love at first sight is just a crush? Well, I do. I mean how can one fall in love in the first place? It's definitely by looks."

she asked “Um, not sure what you want to know” I really didn’t know what else to say I wasn’t use to this. “Okay let’s try a different approach I will ask you questions and you answer” I nodded at her suggestion “what’s your favourite type of food?” “Seriously that’s your first question?” I asked amused “What! it’s an important question I like to eat and if we are going to be spending so much time together, I need to know” “Well, I love Italian, any kind of pasta, oh and fresh bread, and chocolate mousse, okay now I am hungry” she seemed to find this funny because she giggled, which had me laugh with her “what about you?”

I can’t put my finger on the meaning behind the questions, but I’m sure that there is one. “I do, yes,” I reply nonetheless, “As long as you aren’t calloused about it. I’d rather take a blunt person over a lying person any day.” “Oh,” He nods, “What else do you like?” “Huh?” “In a guy? You like guys, right?” “I suppose I do,” I muse, thinking about Alexander. I don’t know about other guys, but I definitely like him. Also, yet another strange question. I feel so weirded out from this conversation, why was he asking these sorts of questions from me?

Your sort of Book boy? 4:)do you want Jace to be fond of Brie? To be hard on her? Or soft on her? You can also ask your questions that have been bugging you: thank you.

I couldn't be more flushed, 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?"

"Sebastian do you want to play twenty questions?" I asked as I went to sit next to him. "What is that?" He asked lowering the volume of the TV. "We just ask each other questions basically." I replied." "What type of questions?" I mentally did a face-palm. "Serious, random or even dirty." "Oh. Do I have to answer all the questions?" "No, not if you don't want to," I replied, he was always so secretive. "Okay sure."