Scandalous Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

They couldn’t get any real information out of his so-called honest answers. Meanwhile, Renee’s questions kept forcing Aldrin to drink again and again. Most of his questions circled around the same theme: “Does that person like someone else?” “What type of man does she like?” “What chances do you have?” “Who would she like more—you or me?” Aldrin: “…” Why are all these questions so damn hard to answer?! Finally, fed up, Aldrin snapped and blurted a question on his turn, “How about you then?! Are you currently interested in someone?!”

"Which direction is that?" "I think Dr. Scarlett Fox's reputation deserves closer examination," I said. "I think there are questions about her background, her methods, her record, that nobody has thought to ask because she arrived fully formed and everyone was too impressed to look underneath." I held his gaze. "I think the right questions asked in the right places by the right people could be quite enlightening." He was quiet for a moment. "What kind of questions?" he asked. "Professional ones," I said. "Medical board level questions. The kind that require responses, documentation, review." I paused. "The kind that slow things down considerably."

Everyone applauded when the bottle came to a halt at Kimberly. "Truth or dare?" They asked. "Truth" she came back. "How many boys have you fucked up to this point?" One of the boys asked her. This is what makes me uncomfortable. I don't like how they ask questions in the name of truth. They become overly personal. Moreover, according to them being a virgin at the age of 26 is shameful. And I am sure they are going to ask me questions related to that only as they know very well I am a kind of girl who stays away from all this.

This is the first time someone is calling me boring. "Scarlett, have you ever tried something with a girl?" She wet her lips with a lopsided grin. "You can't just keep asking every question I ask. How's that any fun huh?" "I won't anymore but right after you answer this question" With her eyes locked on mine she picked up her glass and drank from it. Oh heavens, she certainly isn't as holy as I believe she would be. "Do you like foreplay?" I shrug. "Yes" I say simply. "Have you ever had sex with a stranger?"

Under different circumstances, Gabriella really wanted to ask him if he ever loved her, but she couldn't do that now. The crowd was going wild and throwing suggestions to Gabriella on what she could ask Henry. There was one who suggested asking how long Henry was down there, and another suggested asking Henry how old he was when he lost his virginity. There was also someone who suggested asking him how many women he had slept with. Gabriella didn't need to know Henry's length, and she had no interest in knowing how many women he had been with or how old he was when he lost his virginity either.

Milady, I know you don't know me and probably will never know me or hear from me after this, but there is something you need to know. My name is Scarlet and I am a bar wench down by the taverns. Your Austin talks about you often, and I know many things about you. The reason I do is because he has slept with me time and again while he was looking for you and assumed you never wanted to see him again. He has no intention of telling you any of this for fear that you will never trust him again. I hope you get all that you deserve, milady. Scarlet

I say slowly. "Oh. My. God. Who is she?" Scarlet asks, sounding breathless. Then she launches into the most rapid speech I think I've ever heard, her words only barely distinguishable from each other. "Do I know her? Ugh, who am I kidding, of COURSE I know her. Lemme think. Who's been causing a scandal lately? Who's got the media breathing down their neck? How long has she been there? Oooh, she must really be someone if she convinced YOU to hide her! She must be desperate! Who is it? You've got to tell me. No! Let me guess. Eeek! Just tell me!" Her voice became higher and higher pitched as she spoke.

She came closer and asked, "What other drinks do you particularly like?" When i was about to answer her, Kim sat between us and asked Celine, "When are you going to stop asking questions like the paparazzi?" "I just asked. Is it wrong to know someone's preferences." "Oh really? Why do you want her preferences then? What are you going to do with that information anyways?" "I could use this in my restaurant..."

Or what I assumed was cologne. “I came here to ask you some questions.” Finally. We had reached the whole point of the meeting. The part I had prepared for. I took a deep breath, ready for what was about to come. “But after this …lively… discussion, I think I will skip ahead and just ask you the most important ones.” I nodded, intentionally avoiding his gaze. “Do you like your eggs scrambled or fried?” Seriously? That was his question? “Answer, Ms. Maxwell.”

Sheila gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles white, trying to close the car door, but found that the hood was already surrounded by people, the black mass of bodies like an impenetrable wall. A shrill female voice cut through the noise: "Sheila, what is your relationship with Sebastian?" "Is it a long-term affair or a one-night stand?" Another male reporter pressed the camera almost against her face. "I heard you specialize in seducing married men? Does Kane Maxwell's fiancée know you exist?" "........" "What does it mean that you're not answering? Are you admitting it?" ...... A barrage of sharp questions surged in like the tide. Questions like poisoned arrows shot at her one after anoth