Novel & Cerita Questions For Your Character

Slow and steadily ripping out the tension from my body. "What was that again?" He asked. I rolled my eyes at him. Not that he could see it from his angle. "Three questions about your life. I can ask whatever I want and you answer truthfully." Priamos' head whipped towards me. Those brown eyes glowed slightly in the dim light. I swallowed but stood my ground. A few emotions passed over his face. Each one conflicted with the last.

What are your questions my child? She felt slightly claustrophobic as they kept nearing her. She swallowed then timidly asked her questions. "Well, sirs, my first question is, why did my father have to die? The second question is why adn when were Xavier and I betrothed, adn my last question is what, exactly, am I?"

“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.

Some of the questions and answers were ridiculous , but others were more probing. I knew that I had to be careful with my responses, as one misstep could lead to disaster. I took a deep breath and began to type out my list of questions for Kyle.I wanted to know how he planned to handle the more sensitive questions that might arise during the show. As I finished typing out my questions, I hesitated for a moment before hitting send. I wasn't sure if Kyle would be willing to answer my questions, but I had to try. I waited anxiously for Kyle's response, my mind racing with thoughts. Would he answer my questions truthfully, or would he try to evade them? And what would happen if he refused to ans

A smallish, dusty and yet seemingly perfectly functioning corner of my brain conjured up at least two hundred images of possible outcomes should his question be of the carnal variety. Like perhaps whether I might enjoy another quickie against the wall or whether I was interested in taking the copy room for a test drive. From the original two hundred dirty scenarios, there were many offshoots, such as: if we did end up in the copy room, would he allow me to Xerox his ass so I could keep the copy as a souvenir. And if he didn’t let me, whether it would be possible to sneak a copy without him noticing. On and on it went, all in the space of the couple of seconds it took him to wrestle with aski

I sit and whiff a smile. “So, the question I am about to ask you is very simple and straight to the point. So you have to personify it while answering it. Is that okay!?” I push further with my queries to create a more leveled ground for hint of us and also add some tension. I know right now her heart is hitting hard as she is wondering what it might be that I want to ask her and the seriousness with which I am pushing it to her will surely make her want to puke.

I replied softly. "The game is called 10 Questions. I'll ask a question about you and you will give an answer and then you will ask a question about me and I have to answer you" He said explaining the rules of the game. After hearing about the game I was not entirely happy about it but needed to know certain things. "I'll ask first." I said. "Go ahead" He answered unbothered. "What language do you speak among yourselves?" I asked him. I really wanted to know this. He started laughing when he heard my question.

“What would your she-wolf want his tongue to say to the pack?” “My mind doesn't know,” my mouth responds. “Whatever text would take the hot fire completely off my life.” “Come on, Rowan, your character represents a real reporter wolf,” Virelle pushes my brain. “What exact questions would your own mouth ask his face?” “I guess my soul would want his voice to admit that his power staged our whole romantic affair just to get huge ratings for the hockey show,” my tongue says after my brain thinks hard. “So my mind would ask him sharp questions that would lead his mouth straight into that trap.”

Why was she making him feel this was all of a sudden? “Y-yeah…” he stuttered, suddenly feeling unsure. “You can ask questions and I’ll answer honestly… but you have to drop any questions that I tell you to. Deal?” Chiara felt her heart beating faster, this was an opportunity. Although she wouldn’t make any progress with her mother, she would be able to know more about the man who had brought her here. It made her excited for some unexplainable reason. “O-okay, first question… what do you do for a living?” She asked, cocking her head to a side as she waited for an answer. She knew she was testing boundaries, but she needed to know the level of questions that he would be willing to answer.

"Who are you? Where did you come from? What is your name? Who are the Quafars? Why do you call them your children? Did you give birth to them?" The questions kept flying past my lips, nothing holding them back—only stopping when I noticed the strange witch looking at me blankly with a raised brow. "What?" I hoped she was not about to tell me that she couldn’t answer these questions too. They were mostly basic. Surely whoever was calling the shots wouldn’t tell her not to divulge her name.