Secret Sister Questionnaire Novels & Stories

“What was your marriage like? How did Maximum treat you? Was he a loving husband, a good father to Logan or just there?” And just like I had guessed, Kassia threw out the first sensible question. “Why are you asking?” Her eyes, laced with a ting of fear, searched mine with desperation. It was as clear as the lake behind Rapheal's mansion. Everyone here had one or two nasty secrets they all wanted to bury. And having a dare devil as your impedance would sure keep you on your toes. I’ve worked so hard to let her tripple over everything I had gathered.

For a lot of things, in addition to this hellacious debt she’s incurred, for which I’ve dutifully assumed responsibility. And then there’s this teeny, tiny, absurdly naughty part of me that forces me to shift my mental attention from the horror note that is a ticking time bomb, back to the questionnaire that’s staring me in the face. This is no arbitrary sex questionnaire. This is the crucial final phase of the interview process for the Kinky Kris Kringle Christmas Auction. A highly exclusive, private, invitation-only affair I accidentally stumbled upon while inadvertently ripping open a “Personal and Confidential” envelope on my boss’s desk.

I frowned, not liking this. I wanted to ask her what she was doing, and demand an answer. It was my house! I had a right to know. Irritation grew, drinking the water to place the glass down. Her head moved, pretending as if she hadn’t seen me. What was she hiding? I hated secrets, hated liars? I walked back to the room, closing the door to fall back in bed. Ten minutes later I realized my curiously had only gotten worse. I sat up, pulling up my phone and made a call.

One of the men picked up a bucket of ice water and poured it over the woman. The woman shuddered and regained consciousness. "Tell me where you put the Secret Key!" One of the black-clad men asked. The other four looked at the woman expressionlessly. "I… I don't know…" The woman spoke in a voice barely above a whisper. Her voice was very hoarse, and it sounded like two pieces of bark being scratched against one another. "You don't know? According to our investigations, you are the one who's most likely to have the Secret Key. How can you not know?" The black-clad man spoke with a heavy tone

It was an unfamiliar, slightly uncomfortable sensation, one that both intrigued and exhilarated her. The man joined her in the chamber, dismissing his companions and commanding Liza to address him as "sir." Silence hung heavy in the air, suffocating her senses. Breaking the stillness, he cleared his throat and his eyes danced with expectation, as he inquired whether the rumors were true that she allowed everything except penetration. Nervously, Liza nodded, her throat tightening with a lump that she struggled to swallow. Finally finding her voice, she uttered, "Yes, sir, as you please." He probed her about her previous experiences, and she studied him, desperately trying to unravel the enigm

I was highly skeptical. I left Haven’s office, trying to keep all an open mind, but desperate to ask a million questions. My curiosity got the best of me, and I decided to check out the questionnaire website. I created a profile and answered the basic questions, age, hair and eye color, race, height and weight, etc. Next was actually a series of pictures of clothing asking about my preference for dress length, showing cleavage, etc. I had to fill in my measurements, which I didn’t even know so I had to dig around for a measuring tape.

"Come on! I've made your favorite spaghetti." After a faint sigh, the secretary broke the ice. With heavy steps, she approached a chair that resembled the seat of a suspect in court. "So, who likes to come in here without your permission?" Minnie asked as she turned around the table and sat across from her daughter. In an instant, Mia bowed deeper. The furrows of her brows could not be deciphered, while the strap of the bag in her grip could break if she continued to use it as a distraction. “Do you secretly have a boyfriend? That lover of yours who often comes here and surprises you?” Minnie inquired with a slight twitch of her lips.

He opened the door for me like some kind of gentleman from a different century, and when I sat down, I couldn't help but feel slightly out of my depth. Once he got behind the wheel, the silence lasted maybe five seconds before he broke it. "So, Serena Hale. Tell me something about you that isn't on your employee file." I glanced at him. "Like what?" "Anything. Favorite movie, biggest fear, darkest secret. Though if it's something juicy, you'll have to swear me to secrecy first." I smirked. "You're really full of yourself, aren't you?" "Only because it saves you the trouble of doing it for me."

A whirlwind of questions swirled within me, desperate for answers. She must have sensed my disbelief, for she studied my expression intensely. "No one ever told you, did they?" she said, her voice laced with a hint of mystery. "I am the first to reveal this secret to you." Why was it kept hidden? I pondered. Though not entirely a secret, it was a topic one wouldn't casually discuss. The enigma deepened, leaving me even more intrigued.

“Guys, please stop. I can’t handle both of you being extra.” I pressed my lips together. Sienna shrugged, not caring. A few seconds passed. Awkward, heavy, thick seconds. Then Sienna spoke again. “So Charlotte… What are your secrets? Since Maya tells me hers.” “My what?” I laughed because she had to be joking. She wasn’t. She leaned forward like a detective. “You must have something fun. Something about you. Something dark maybe you have a secret double boyfriend” Maya froze. “Sienna”