Novel & Cerita Questionable Questing

"Are you feeling better today? " Ma'am Benita asked sitting on the egde of the bed, running her hand through Bianca's hair gently. " I have questions to ask, if you don't mind answering me because everything seems confusing " Bianca said looking at the ceiling. Ma'am Benita looked at her, smiling again.

“I am happy to hear that Vlad and yes, you are techincally our first SVIP on this island even before today. I will make time and answer your questions as soon as I can okay?” We went out of the honeymoon suite and started climbing the spiral staircase. When we got out of the camouflaged room. A question just came to my mind. “Hey Noah!” “What’s up?” “Since I gave you my trust that all is well. I just need you to answer one question before you go up. Is that okay?” “Sure!” “How long have you exactly known me?” He hesitated at first and let out a small sigh. “Okay, just to somehow make you feel better and trust me more.”

I swallowed under his inscrutable stare and asked again. “We don’t know.” The wolves pleaded, “We know nothing about this. Beta just send us on the mission and we were not supposed to question it. Please.” I pursed my lips and grew silently. It’s hard to say if they lied or not, but clearly these two wolves were not the wirepuller. “So?” Mr. Drakos curled his lip corner and asked me, “anything else you want to ask?” Beholding him tentatively, I gathered my courage before asking, “If you excuse me, Mr. Drakos… Can I ask you some questions?”

I asked him in a low tone of voice. "Why? Don't you like Devin?” he teasingly asked me back. I just lowered my head and he raised it back with my chin. His smile is priceless. "Dad, that guy is a womanizer. Will you let him have your only princess?” I said while hiding my blushing face.

He wasn’t sure if he heard this right, but Zen talked as if the clergyman could give out quests. “Are you sure about it?” Charlie took the words right out of Tracer’s mouth. “Talk to the clergyman? He is an NPC. How do you know if he gives out quests?” There was a moment of silence before the two newcomers finally understood why Zen was still loitering around the first floor. What a sneaky brat!

[Kael] After talking to Aira and Terrence, I decided to investigate more on the mysterious person that's been supporting Natalia. I had thought that Natalia probably tricked someone in London to give her some funding. What kind of person would just let someone do illegal things under their funding? I don't think someone would be that stupid however, I could be wrong. There's a possibility that that person could have known about everything and is still willing to help Natalia despite all of the illegal things she's been doing. I also hired investigators in London to help with the search. Any information on that person could change everything.

Cassandra looked up, fear now mingling with surprise. "The Game, of course," came the old voice. "I am the One Who Questions. You give me an answer, you shall perish in my jaw." The Grounsler chuckled, with a sound like a tar pit bubbling. "What's going on?" Cassandra whispered. "That is the game. And a very good one, too. Don't speak to the Groundsler with an answer if it questions you. Are you following me?" "So what do we do?" "Keep answering it with your questions, understood?"

“The Quest family? Does that mean she is Xyla Quest? I was wondering why this woman looked so familiar. What an embarrassment to the Quest family.” “The Quest family’s descendants are truly despicable. Tsk, tsk, tsk… None of them turned out well.”

“Show me why I should still submit to you when another could claim me so much better.” Kael’s rhythm faltered for a split second, suspicion flaring hotter. He fisted her long raven hair, yanking her head back sharply as he leaned over her, his chest pressed to her back. His knot was already swelling at the base, stretching her entrance with every punishing drive. “Who the fuck are you talking about, Elara? Some northern whelp from your father’s pack?”

“Not all?” “Not all, it's hard achieving a 100% in places like that.” He nodded slowly, like he understood. Maybe he did. Maybe he'd been in enough ruins to know how it worked. You go in looking for truth, and you come out with pieces. Never the whole thing. “There's been talk,” he said. His voice dropped lower. “Strangers passing through. Asking questions. About a girl with dark hair and a wolf that doesn't play nice.” My stomach tightened. “What kind of questions?”