Secret Sister Questionnaire Novels & Stories

“And if you do, why wasn’t he at the wedding? Why is everything about your life so private? Why do I have to keep this a secret?” “You two sisters have this one thing in common,” Eros hissed. “Both of you ask too many questions.” I twisted my head to Ara, who was seated at the back, only to find her shrugging. I said, “His life is a secret for reasons far too complicated. You’ll know when you get in.” Ara opened her mouth to speak, but I went on, “We both trust you, Ara. You cannot tell about this to anyone.” “Okay,” she nodded. “Seeing my big sis suddenly so mature and evolving is making me nauseous.” I frowned. “I liked the older, people-pleasing Marie more.”

So I can't even. She looked up and saw me. The space in the room suddenly disappeared. I sat down not meeting her gaze. For now. " I'm the prosecutor of this case,I'm William Jackson." I introduced myself while meeting her gaze. Can I really do this? I feel so much pity. " in accordance to the information and communications act,all conversation here will be recorded." I told her. And then I switched the record. She didn't respond but kept her head down. " Name...Jade Kaila Shipman. Date of birth...July 21,1999. Address...111 Cleaveland Rd Pleasant Hill, California(CA), 94523... Is that correct?" I asked her.

The air smelled of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine. “Your mom,” I said quietly. “She had an affair. With someone named Robert. Do you know who he is?” Kai’s face went blank—dangerously blank. “Put them back where you found them.” “But—” “Alex.” His voice was steel. “Some secrets are better left buried. For her sake. For all our sakes.” I nodded, but the parallel sat heavy in my chest. Hidden love. Lies. Risk. Was that all we were?

(Jenna POV) Once we resumed the deposition, Mitchell didn’t bother easing back into it. He leaned back in his chair and let the questions fly. “How many sexual partners have you had?” “What sexual positions do you prefer?” “How many times a week do you have sex with your wife?” “How many times have you cheated on your wife?” All of the questions were offensive. All of them were inappropriate. And all of them I refused to let Mr. McMahon answer. Even the court reporter seemed embarrassed, and she stopped making eye contact halfway through.

he paused, "I was worried you'd get hurt." "Don't think I'm naïve. I'd already planned my next move," I sighed. Sure enough, by 10 o'clock that night, the information I had been waiting for arrived: Calvin and Susie had checked into a hotel together. I dialed the police hotline. "My name is Angela. I'd like to file a report: my husband, Calvin, is engaging in improper conduct. He's at Chancellor Hotel, room 1108. You'll see for yourself." I knew this scandal would hit the city headlines before long. The Leeroy family would surely come for me.

“I should call Ryan and have him take it on his way out,” I say while bringing out my phone. But then I stopped when I realized it’s been almost 10 minutes since I left Ryan, and he should have already left the place by now. Having no other choice, I got out of my car to go get it myself. Getting closer to our secret place, I begin to hear some funny voices. Once I’m at the door, I realize it’s a girl moaning, and I also hear slippery sounds and skin slapping against each other.

Her cautious behaviour confused me, and curiosity quickly took over. Then, without a word, she stepped inside where I was and shut the door behind her. “Can I trust you?” she whispered. I nodded. “Can you keep a secret?” She asked, her eyes locked on mine. I nodded again, my curiosity growing even stronger. "Please, I'm risking my life telling you this. What I'm about to tell you is prohibited from coming out of people's mouths like mine. I’ve seen what they do to anyone who spills this secret,” she said, her voice low and serious.

“I know, but since this is sort of like…um I’d say friends with benefits but we’re not exactly friends and I can’t say marital partners with benefits because that’s just weird…” “Contract marriage with benefits,” Henry suggests. “Yeah, just to make sure that we’re both always comfortable with what we’re doing,” Anna says. Henry nods. “What do you want the safe word to be?” “Hello Kitty,” “Are you kidding?” “No, I just really always liked Sanrio,” “I’d prefer Sanrio over Hello Kitty,” “Okay, Sanrio it is,” After that, they go three more rounds before they went to sleep. ****

“I’m just curious. Matter of fact, half of the school is curious about what the aloof and mysterious Matt likes. Do you like them tall, short, blonde, brunette? All of the above?” I frowned, leaning back. “Sabrina, I’m not here to discuss my dating preferences.” She chuckled, taking a sip from her drink. “Oh, come on! It's a simple question. You like them feisty? Quiet? Mysterious?” Her grin broadened at the last word, knowing it would strike a nerve. A sigh escaped my lips. “Look, can you just give me the info on the mystery girl?” Sabrina clucked her tongue, wagging a finger at me. “Not so fast. You have to wine and dine me first, darling.”

We had planned for a sleepover this Friday night so my friends were in my room with me as we stared at the bonded black book in the middle of my bed. "So the bimbo said that inside this creepy book are Quinn's secret?" Tiana spoke, reaching for it eagerly. But I flicked her hand away and hugged the book on my chest. "Are you out of your mind?!" Bailey snorted. "Sounds like you're protecting an undiscovered sacred text from Egypt." "Of course, Quinn's secret is sacred," I quoted as a matter of fact. "I'm telling you. Keep it shut, A," Hilary chimed in, rolling my chair towards the side of the bed. "You'll never know. It might be Khloe's another game that she had set for you."