Scandalous Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

despite the scandal spreading all over the internet. The police were still investigating the collapse, and until my company was officially found guilty, I had no reason to hide from anyone. Especially not from the press. “Thank you, Mrs. Addison, for that outstanding speech,” the MC said gently. “Would you be willing to take a few questions?” Questions? That sounded more like a judgment than curiosity. Still, other speakers had gone through question-and-answer sessions. I couldn’t skip mine. So I nodded calmly. “Please remember,” the MC said firmly, “all questions must be strictly related to the topic discussed. No personal or external questions are allowed.”

“You wanna talk to me?” “Yeah. Sit down.” I gestured at the couch. “I have questions, and they may come intrusive, but I want your honest answers.” “Um. Okay.” She took a seat, but she was certainly confused. “What can be more intrusive than getting kidnapped and sold to the highest bidder, right?” Okay, smartass. “When was the last time you had sexual partners?” “Excuse me?” Her mouth gaped, wide, round eyes staring at me. “Answer my question, Robyn?” I sat on my desk, and her gaze dropped to the folder in my hand.

Ask. "what?" "I'll just let you ask one question since you're curious about me." "Hey hey how did you know?" He smiled lightly, "Are you going to ask or not?" "But this is cheating. One question is not enough for me." "Then don't ask." "I won't ask you" She was silent for a moment, trying to think about what she would ask, and found herself saying: "What is the secret of that scar on your back?" He smiled sarcastically and said, "Have you been staring at my back while I was sleeping?"

I bowed my head, hair falling forward to hide my eyes “Then go ahead and scold me if that is what you are here for” He stayed silent for a few seconds. Then he spoke again. “Of course there will be scolding and punishment if your answers to the questions I’m about to ask turns out to be yes” I looked up at him. He was full of composure and there is this aura that exudes from him. He was the definition of calmness “Have you done that to someone else?” he asked What? Done what? I blinked, confused “Have you ever fingered yourself in another man’s bed? And have you let any other man touch or fuck your pussy?”

I swallowed hard as the clock ticked and Luca's gaze intensified. " Are you a virgin?.” Luca asked ridiculously. " And what kind of a question is that if I may ask?.” I raised a brow. “A question that demands an answer. Don't test me Sheila." A crooked chuckled slipped out of my mouth as I thought of how foolish Luca was to have demanded an answer from me. “ This it ridiculous and trust me when I say you need a psychiatrist.” I suggested maliciously and Luca hit me hard on the face. My cheeks burned from how hard he slapped me.

People she once called friends were reposting the scandal with captions like ‘Never expected this from her. Her hand shook as she turned the phone off completely. She wanted to disappear. Across the city, in a glass-walled penthouse overlooking the Thames, Roy Sinclair nursed a cup of black coffee, scrolling through his phone with a grim expression. “Mate, you’re trending everywhere,” his friend Aaron said from the couch, smirking. “Not the kind of PR you like, huh? ‘Mystery Billionaire Spends Night with Bride-to-Be.’ Classic.” Roy shot him a sharp glare. “It’s not funny.”

“They’re going to ask tough questions.” “Let them,” I said. “I have answers.” When I stepped onto the stage, the room went silent. All eyes were on me. I took a deep breath, adjusted the mic, and gave a small smile. “Good evening, everyone. Let’s get started.” The questions came fast. “Are you and Alex having an affair?” “Did you cheat on Aaron during your marriage?” “Do you have any proof these rumors are false?” “What do you have to say about Lena’s reports?”

Those that heard her quiet down and the rest follow suit, they seem amazed by her utterance as no one expected her to speak. She glares at them for a second but it changes into a smile and she speaks to them, “You might have several questions to ask me. But do you think that I am the right person to ask these questions to when I haven’t said anything about the scandal going on? Which of you have sighted me ever since this thing began? While you were busy making news of me, I was busy living my life comfortably and had no idea what was going on. I hope this will answer most of your questions.”

He laughed like a housewife sharing the most casual of gossip. "I, of course, just want to urge you to ask her the right questions. Nothing drastic, of course! Maybe ask, how did Gideon Powers suddenly end up dead after his clear life sentence? And how did Delta Natalia end up dead as well in quite a similar fashion? Oh, and do ask who was responsible for a certain cake shop fire that turned literally everyone and everything to ash."

The reporter’s question caught the attention of nearby guests, their curiosity piqued. Realizing their slip-up, the reporter quickly shut their mouth, retreating slightly. Mentioning such a scandal at Damon’s wedding was a sure way to court disaster. “Were you taught to ask these pointless questions, or are you just naturally curious about trivial matters? I’m a single woman—what’s the big deal if I date a few boyfriends?” “And as for Damon’s infidelity, that’s already an undeniable fact. Are you bringing this up to reduce his guilt, or are you just predisposed to defend men?”