Scandalous Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

We walked to a quiet corridor, I asked, "Tell me, what do you want?" Kelsi was not in a hurry to speak. She slowly took off her mask and asked me with a distant look in her eyes, "Don't you have questions to ask me?" "Yes, I got too many questions to ask. I don't know where to start at once." I thought for a moment and said, "But I didn't expect that Miss Kelsi, the celebrity in City Y, would also do so many shameful things. Hire people to rape someone and send fake videos of another person. As a woman, don't you feel shameful?"

“ Since we are friends, shouldn't we get to know each other? ” “ Of course. Should we play twenty questions then? ” Mel asked, excitedly. She was like a kid sometimes. “ Yes. Would you mind going first? ” “ Not at all. I really want to know a lot about you. So, uhm…I almost don't know what to ask. ” Mel laughed. “ What is your skincare routine? ” I froze. Of all the questions I had expected her to ask, that was not one of them. One of the nation's most beautiful goddesses, the dream woman of many men, the sexiest woman I had ever seen, was asking me for my skincare routine?

My eyes traced the way his hands moved, the focused expression on his face, and how he treated my leg like it was the most delicate thing in the world. I could have asked a hundred questions. Why help me, the lawyer who’d had sleepless nights working to destroy him? But the only question that came out of my mouth was something sober-me would never dare say. When he finished, he let go of my leg. I stumbled off the table, unsteady. He sat on the couch, watching me with a small, amused smile. For reasons I couldn’t explain, I asked the stupidest question. “Do you think I’ll die a virgin?” I slurred, swaying until I landed in his lap.

They wanted to know more. They were always insatiable; another reason I couldn’t stand them. They were never satisfied with one question. They always wanted more questions after you had answered a question. They were obsessed with scandalous stories, and oftentimes, from what I had experienced dealing with them over the years, if one wasn’t careful, they could get caught up in their frenzy and say things out of line. “But if Maverick Casimir was never your fiancé, why then were there speculations that you two were romantically involved?” They asked Aurora.

I replied in a nonchalant tone and she glanced at me as she started to unpack her things. “You can be anywhere but you choose to sit in your secretary’s office. Don't you think the word will spread around? Would you like to get involved in another scandal? Wouldn't your girlfriend mind?” She asked and I nearly lost count of her questions. “What scandal? What girlfriend? What are you babbling about, Ella?” I asked in confusion as I got up and approached her while she moved away from me.

Scarlett said. “Wow, you are so brave!” Eve said next to her and gave her a thumb-up. “You young woman always care about your figures too much. Well, it’s up to you, but you need to answer all of my questions honestly.” “Okay, I will.” She nodded. “Have you had sex recently?” She asked very seriously. “Well...” Scarlett didn’t know how to answer. Eve fell back on the sofa and chuckled at the question. “Yes or no?” the doctor asked again.

The woman was clearly shocked and pushed Alard's head away. "Don't cross the line! I don't know who you are or what you want to do here!" Faye insisted. "What can you do miss? Report to reception?" he asked. Faye shook her head slowly. There was no way he could put himself in danger on the brink. Reporting to the receptionist is tantamount to making rumors spread widely. Faye will be accused of having a scandal with a foreign man in a hotel room. Doesn't that degrade her image as a top model?

Scott hissed. "Liar! I don't believe you!" Alexia teased, and they kept going, firing off questions. Do you have any addictions? What's your favorite smell? What risks are worth taking? What have you taken for granted? What's the most painful lesson you've learned? What dessert is worth gaining weight for? What do you regret? Some questions were simple, others were way too personal. Alexia tried to answer as truthfully as possible, though there was a lot she still couldn't tell him.

I read through some and then I shook my head and dropped it as I got to my feet, placing my hands over my head. “This is ridiculous,” I said. He looked up. “What is ridiculous?” “These questions. One of them is asking whether I’ve had an abortion. What kind of stupid question is that?” “Like I said,” he reiterated, “these are possible questions… questions to get you off guard, to get you angry, mad, to make sure that you are put off your game.” “Well, I’m surely put off my game by these questions,” I said. “What do you want me to say in court when they ask me all these questions?”

he retorted back with ease and confidence. How can such man caught in a scandal be able to keep his cool and composure? Even she, herself can doubt to keep such level of serenity when act in an act. ‘T was regardless of the petty scandals she had acquainted herself into in the past. The man was sure a pro on this. Lady Francesca couldn’t help but to maintain her eyebrow on firm high. “What an overly topnotch confidence you have there? Certainly, you are an experience pro of being caught ravishing sweet young ladies on the street?”