Scandalous Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

They seek to strip away my dignity, to paint me as a villain in their narrative. The reporters swarm around me, their voices overlapping in a cacophony of questions. I feel their piercing gazes, their insatiable hunger for scandal. Here are some of the questions they throw at me, tearing at the remains of my shattered reputation: "Mr. Michael, can you explain the allegations against you? Do you deny any wrongdoing?" "Why would Julie file a case against you? Did you have any personal conflicts?" "Is it true that your sudden success has gone to your head? Are you abusing your power?"

He seized Chandler by the collar and yelled, "You asked one wrong question after another, but you're still going at it! Do you want everyone here to be eliminated?" "I—" Chandler was shaking. Everything happening now was completely out of his expectations. Lana was grinning gleefully. "It seems that you have no more meaningful questions to ask. Let us start, then—" "Is the pregnant woman a famous celebrity?" Aria asked suddenly. Anthony lamented in despair, "Who told you to ask a question?"

' Some random queries were even included to the list, 'Why is he living in a small condo unit?' 'How many women did he bed and kill before?' 'What is his most embarrassing memory?' 'What brand of diapers did his nanny use on him when he was still a baby?' 'When did he first taste a woman?' Many more questions had been asked. However, a minute later, her expression became very serious and cold. She decided to stop, deeming that asking more would be useless. Her suspicion was practically confirmed because it repeatedly answered her,

they asked. What? I’d felt as though I’d just been slapped across the face. Suddenly, another sharp voice broke out from the crowd. The voice reminded me of Monica, but instead, it was one of her many minions that constantly crowded her. “Is it true that you used to stalk James Derek when you were younger?” she shouted. “Is that how you got him to marry you?” The room practically erupted into a sea of utter chaos over her salacious questions and they all demanded answers. For the first time since I sat down, I started to speak out.

She was stumped; she had run out of basic questions to ask him, and she was still shocked at the last question that he asked. “You’re out of questions now, already?” he teased playfully, pouring another glass of wine for himself, “I was just getting to know you...” The question and answer section went on for a while, with Scarlett being thrown off with each question that he asked. By the end of it, he knew her only other experience with sex was with Luke, and she didn’t have her first kiss until college. It was basic stuff and maybe wouldn’t have meant anything if she wasn’t playing the game with her boss who was also the father of her child and the star actor in all her romantic dreams. She

They circled and multiplied until they sounded like truth. When I stepped outside, the press of bodies and the angry curl of eyes hit me first. A cluster of pack-news hawkers — young, vicious, hungry for scandal — surged forward with questions hot as coals. “Aurelia! What do you say to these accusations?” “Did you do this on purpose?” “Are you ashamed?”

The media is latching onto the scandal with an insatiable hunger, throwing questions, speculation, and judgments my way. Before I can process any of it, I hear the murmur of reporters close by. Their whispers grow louder, quickly turning into full-blown questions shouted in our direction. “Josh, is this true? Is Miss Ivanna really illiterate? What do you have to say about the post?” “Does such a beauty really lack a college education? Isn't she unworthy of the Williams name?” The words keep coming in.

But before I reached the door— "Skylar," Lilian called softly. I stopped and turned. “Hey, um… can I ask you something?” Lilian said, stepping forward, pretending like nothing had happened. “Is it true?” she asked boldly. “About the CEO… and the stripper? And… is your marriage really over?” The bathroom went silent. The other two women beside her looked at me, their eyes wide and expectant, like they were waiting for a confession, for a scandal, for drama.

Then he leaned over my back still moving inside me and said right in my ear “I’m gonna ask you a question right now and you better answer fast or I’ll spank that pretty ass so hard you’ll feel it tomorrow.” I was still catching my breath from how deep he was. “What question?” He thrust hard once. “Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” “Yeah obviously,” I snapped back quick. He chuckled. “Good girl. That’s one. Now here’s the deal. I’m asking you ten questions total while I’m inside you. Answer right away no thinking no wasting time or you get spanked for each one you miss. Got it?” I nodded fast because I was already turned on and a little scared and a lot excited. “Fine. Ask.”

“Please, take a seat, Miss…” “Brooks,” I replied. “I’m sorry we haven’t contacted you sooner. We’ve been trying to control the situation,” he said, eyes flicking to his computer. “So… the job?” I asked cautiously. “Yes, secretary. Not editor,” he said. “You’ll need to sign this contract. Terms are non-negotiable, and you may hire a lawyer if you wish. It’s the safest way to navigate the scandal for both of us.” I frowned. “Contract?”