Questions For Your Character Mga Nobela at Kwento

he scolds us making me smile. Is he going to talk about comfort items as well? I never had any of those, I think I'm too big for those, or maybe too shy, don't only babies have those, I know all my characters use a teddy or something, but they are usually younger in age than me. "Anyone has any questions before we start?" he asks us and no one had any, except me, I wanted his autograph, but it's rude to ask for that now, isn't it?

“And this time I… I won’t let him go.” “Can you add some of my questions as well?” He asked, on which Colton nodded and opened another document to add Calvin’s question. “I want to know when his birthday is, his favorite color, how old he is, what his hobbies are… Ummm,” Calvin started thinking hard about his next question. “Can he marry mom again in front of us?” Sophia’s jaw dropped when she heard Calvin’s last question, who was standing near the door. . #TBC

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He screams through tears. I roll my eyes and kick his leg. “I didn’t ask for your backstory, moron.” Sometimes I wonder why people are so damn adamant to talk to me. The questions, of the questions; they never stop. Who are you? How did you get inside my house? Why are you doing this? Where are you taking me? Why are we going to the basement? What are you going to do with that spoon? Shit, they’re so predictable.

His tone is sharp, with a slight warning to it, “I’m not going to hurt you.” “Who are you? Where am I? Where is this place? What am I doing here? Where is…” I try to think but I don’t remember anything. I don’t remember anything. Who am I? What is my name? “You ask a lot of questions,” He raised an eyebrow at me, amused, “Let's strike a deal. Each time you take two spoons of this porridge, I will answer one of your questions. How about that?” I give him a murderous look, my tone accusing, “I don’t eat from strangers.”

The second set of questions got a little more invasive but I realized we really knew quite a bit about each other because I wasn't surprised at any of his answers and he didn't seem surprised at mine either. Two thirds of the way to the camp site, we hit a major stumbling block and I knew it as soon as I read the question. (I had deliberately refrained from reading through them ahead of time.) So, I tried to make light of it. "Okay, I know it physically pains you to give me a verbal compliment, but the next question says to take turns stating five positive characteristics of each other." He laughed but he really had trouble. I started. "I love how thoughtful you are, like the time you brough

he said his eyebrows furrowing. "Huh,” I trailed off not knowing what to say. He grinned sliding closer to me, "so what's the next question?" I hummed glancing at the piece of paper not even reading it because I had a question of my own, "Who are you Legion?" I asked watching him closely, my eyes searching his for answers. He chuckled twirling my hair around his fingers, "isn't that why you're asking these questions? To get to know me?" I rolled my eyes, "not like that, I mean. Who are you, really?"

A world I wish I was never born into. “Say something, please!” She pressed on, her desperation palpable in her voice. “Let’s just say there are questions and curiosities that are better left unanswered.” I muttered, finally finding the words to say. “I need to know who my best friend is. We’ve been best friends for years, but I don’t even know your background. Who are you?” She blurted out, demanding answers. Staring at her, I slightly shook my head. It amazed me that, despite her terrible condition, she still found the strength to ask all these questions.

His sudden question caught me off guard. "Huh?" I responded. "You are worried about his punishment much more than yours. Why should you care if he lives or dies?" He questioned. I gulped. I didn't know how to answer or what to say. I just looked at him in absolute horror. "Nothing... Nothing," I stammered. "Is it really nothing? Or you were whoring around? Sleeping with him?" He asked. And all of a sudden, he attacked my character. I was baffled.

I quizzed while I step away from him. I went back to get a chair of my own so I could sit directly opposite him. “You,” he voiced venomously, his eyes lowered in contempt. “Me?” I pointed at my chest confused, “Me what? Do you know me?” “Do you intend to kill me?” His head raised as he tendered the question. I gave him a light smile, soft and warm. “First off, I’ll be the one to ask the questions here and you’ll be the one to answer. Secondly, if you’re gonna ask me a question, are you not curious on how I came to get you?”