Scandalous Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

Bella got a little irritated by the laughter as she gritted her teeth and asked, "What are you laughing at?" Instead of answering her question, the person asked, "That drama was approved through all the necessary procedures. How do you expect me to help you with it? I don't have that kind of power yet." "I know there's a way. You can find out about such a well-hidden secret. Exposing a scandal of an actress should be a piece of cake for you, right?" The person sarcastically replied, "Do you think that other people have so many scandals waiting to be exposed like you?"

was built." She whispered, and he knew that if he asked any more questions, they would have to start talking and getting to know each other, which was against her wish that night. Questions like, 'how are you scared of your cousin then? Is it because he beats you up? Does that mean you are scared of only one thing-violence?' "Okay, I like that." He responded, swallowing back the urge to ask questions, but the simple action sent sensations down to his hardened, veiny cock. He knew he couldn't hold on for much longer. If he didn't suggest something quick, he might have to fuck her right there in that pool, raw and unfettered. "Can we play would you rather? You know that little game, don't you

Should I clear my name first or Rogue’s? “Miss Quinn, are you aware about the scandal that was leaked by an unknown source this morning?” Scandal? My forehead creased. I looked at Rogue when he secretly held my hand behind and squeezed it. A scandal? What scandal? I looked at the male reporter who asked. “What…scandal?” “Bree…” “Stop it! She needs to rest.” “What scandal?” I asked again with a cold and shaky voice, ignoring Kate and Rogue’s warning. “Your sex scandal, Miss Quinn. It was clearly you and Mr. Ryder. Are you using him to save your company in exchange of your body—”

Josh sounded really impatient. "I need you guys to answer these questions and I really need you to be honest with me," Okay," Christie arched her brows at me. "For the past years that we've been close friends, have I ever for once done something illegal? "No," they chorused simultaneously. "Have I ever being immodest or immoral? "No," "Have I ever stayed out late or went clubbing or smoked? "No." "Have I ever had a boyfriend or slept with any man before?"

A ripple of amusement ran through the players. Great. A game that forced people to reveal their secrets. Andrea looked down at me, grinning. “Still interested?” I rolled my eyes. “I’m already here, aren’t I?” The man in the suit clapped his hands. “Then let’s begin.” One by one, the players took turns pulling a small scroll from the barrel. Some questions were innocent—What’s the most expensive thing you own? Who was your first love? Others were more… calculated—Would you betray someone in this circle for power? Have you ever killed someone?

she said, leaning against my desk, wiggling her brows with a knowing smile, “are we talking tropical beaches or European luxury? Because I need details.” The others laughed, already chiming in. “Was it private or all-out celebrity vibes?” one asked. “Tell me you didn’t forget us while sipping cocktails.” “Did Dre cry?” “How often did you guys have sex?” “Hope no crazy places and positions?” another asked. I laughed at their silly questions, shaking my head at their curiosity. I smiled because it was expected of me. After all, it was easier than explaining the truth. I waved a dismissive hand, light, careless. “It was… fine,” I said. “We’ll talk about it later. Let’s focus on work, yeah?”

I bit my lower lip to prevent myself from making any more embarrassing sounds, and my toes curled at the edge of the examination table. "Do you have a steady boyfriend?" he suddenly asked. I shook my head, my hair falling loosely onto the white sheets. "When was the last time you spent the night with others?" These questions, which should have embarrassed me, made the fire within me burn even more. I mumbled in response and noticed Heath's gaze occasionally drifting to my feet. My feet were indeed beautiful—delicate and fair. My ten toes were painted cherry red and looked like a row of tiny seashells.

“Your turn to ask a question.” He smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Alright. What’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever done?” “Oh God,” Sophia groaned, covering her face with her hand. “This is going to be embarrassing.” “That’s the point,” Jenny said with a mischievous grin. Jacob raised an eyebrow at me. “Come on, brother. Spill it.” I shrugged. “I’ve lived a long time. Hard to pick just one thing.” “Oh, come on,” Sophia said, nudging me. “There has to be something.”

She has a wicked smile, and while I oblige - I can't precisely say no - I try not to show my discomfort. Jenna breaks the awkward silence between us, and the next thing I know, she's asking me strange things. "So tell me, have you had any wild nights? Have you had any previous partners?" "Previous partners?" "Oh, don't be ridiculous. Should I repeat it?" She pauses before continuing. "Have you had sexual partners? And how many men have you had sexual relations with? Were you previously mated or…”

“Who knows about this? And don’t tell me ‘no one’ I want names. Who are the doctors who examined you?” Jay opened his mouth, but I was already steamrolling over him. “And most importantly—” I leaned forward, my eyes locked on his—“who did you sleep with?” The last question sounded weird in my head and I ended up laughing at my crazy thought… who did you sleep with? Really Lena…? What a weird question to ask.