Question Behind The Question Novels & Stories

Ask. "what?" "I'll just let you ask one question since you're curious about me." "Hey hey how did you know?" He smiled lightly, "Are you going to ask or not?" "But this is cheating. One question is not enough for me." "Then don't ask." "I won't ask you" She was silent for a moment, trying to think about what she would ask, and found herself saying: "What is the secret of that scar on your back?" He smiled sarcastically and said, "Have you been staring at my back while I was sleeping?"

She asks a weird question which knocks the breath out of me for an unknown reason. “ Why are you asking this? ” I breath, my eyes fixed at Amanda. “ Do you think it can be used against you? ” She asks another weird question instead of answering me. I open my mouth and close it repeatedly, not knowing how to answer this. “ Love is…just love Miracle. ” She answers her own question and then she disappears, leaving me with the confusion which might not leave me until I get the answer to ‘ Why the hell did she ask me this question in the first place? ’

she said quietly, “then maybe the real question isn’t why it answered me.” The studio lights reflected sharply across the dark glass walls surrounding the room. “Maybe the question is what it’s trying to expose.”

He questioned, curiosity coursing through his mind. .

And I couldn’t shake the question twisting in my gut. Who?

Like a melody he cannot quite hear because of how faint it sounds. "And what about it?" "Who are they?" Finally, he said it. The question that's been lingering in his mind. Bugging him everytime he closes his eyes. The image of their face, no matter how blurry the details were, was seared into his brain. "Why do you wanna know?" "I'm just curious." "Then I'm not telling you."

Now, that's a question I'm unable to find an answer for. "Fuck.... Ah!"

Lena glanced up lightly and asked him a soul-piercing question. "Even if the first time was designed, what about afterwards?"

“Don’t you want to know my motive? What ties your father and I together? There are many things you can get the answer to my wild cat. You just have to be willing to ask the question.” “Why are you allowing me only three questions then?” I whined. Oh goodness, I fucking whined like a child, but I couldn’t help it. “If you had the opportunity to ask endless questions, how would you know which questions are most important? Hmm?” I never considered that. “This is a reward and consequence type of game, right? I answer correctly, you flog me. I don’t and you spank me? Where is the reward in that?” I frowned up at him.

The woman had clearly come prepared. Ignoring the pain, she pulled a stack of photos from her pocket and flung them into the air. "Take a look at this!" she cried. "These are all the photos of your husband and me in compromising positions. In fact, I was even pregnant with his child. If you don't believe me, go ahead and look for yourselves! See what your husband was really doing!" I glanced at the photos scattered across the floor, which clearly depicted intimate and compromising situations.