Secret Sister Questionnaire Novels & Stories

Was making adjustments, enough to make people quietly disappear from the official count. A chill crept slowly down my spine. And they had been doing it... One name at a time. I had more questions now than when I'd begun. But one thing had become painfully clear. I hadn't imagined the inconsistencies. They were real. Manda's voice echoed quietly through my thoughts. "You've both been asking questions." Then another voice. Kael's. "The first rule of uncovering a secret... is never let the people keeping it know you're looking." Until now...

She nodded curtly and scribbled, avoiding my stare. The interrogation stretched on for what felt like an eternity. Question after invasive question rained down. Any hereditary ailments in your lineage? Chronic weaknesses? When was your most recent heat cycle? Are your seasons consistent? Do you consume spirits or smoke? Any use of herbal remedies, elixirs, or suppressants? Have you ever brewed moonbane to thwart conception? Each response stripped away another veil of my privacy, exposing secrets I'd shielded for years. No one had ever cared to inquire before; now they demanded it all, laid bare under the weight of his indifferent gaze.

“That would fuck us over even more.” I tilted my head. “That’s not how this works.” I looked out the window. “Say we go have lunch. We talk about all our secrets. But in between we have small talk, or the server asks us questions. If you are commanded to talk about the lunch, your vow will automatically select the innocuous random questions we discussed. Like the wether, or family issues. Say we talked about my family, in detail. If you were asked, you would just say we talked about my dad. That you remembered old stories about him.” I looked back at Rick. “Innocent facts the goddess selects so that nothing can be inferred or used against us.”

“I'll make the corrections, Lady Pearl.” “Good. I requested to see you because, you know, it's new, and I feel I have to have a conversation with you. You know, pick up some things about you, while you speak, try to grab the kind of person you might turn out to be. I always find quiet people mysterious, and you look like one of them. My first impression of you is a secretive person. Tell me, on a scale of one to ten, how secretive are you?” She asked.

While the silence goes on, Aaron racked his brain of what might the Student Council Secretary or the Photography Club member might ask him that is related to their cause. “Well, first let us dwell on the most recent issue: how did you manage to get the information that was in the micro SD card? Or, how did you manage to obtain the micro SD card?” Hestia asked in a stern voice, she was still leaning at the back of her chair, but the way her eyes--- her cold and sharp eyes stared at Aaron made the Basketball Star Player flinch at his seat and immediately answered her question.

She took the initiative to inquire from him. "Do you have any secrets that your future Luna doesn't know?" Ethan was taken aback by the question. Allison frowned when she heard Teresa's question. 'What type of question is that? Why would Ethan have a secret? It doesn't matter how he gets it, he always gets what he wants. Because of this, he has no reason to conceal anything from anyone.' She thought. Ethan grabbed a glass of drink and chugged it down. That indicated that he did not wish to respond to the question, and as a consequence, he drained a glass.

She seemed incredibly, dangerously careful. "I don't know what letter you are talking about," I lied. Maris took a slow step forward, bending slightly so her face was level with mine. "You are keeping secrets. In this palace, secrets are currency, but they are also highly unstable." "If you know so much about it," I said, "then why are you asking me?" "Are you on the side of the Alphas or are you on your own side?" I stood up. The movement was sudden, my chair scraping loudly against the stone floor. I stood tall, refusing to let her tower over me any longer. I clutched the warm stone in my hand like a weapon.

Who had on a scrutinizing gaze, he knew something was up with this game, but he might be wrong. Either way, he was looking to see how everything plays out. “It’s a very simple question, tell us your shadiest secret?” Damien phrased with humor taunting his voice. Eyes darted from him to Missy, everyone expecting her response. “Shockingly, I don’t have one. Oh I think this one counts, a secret I shared with Bryan Walters. It’s shady as hell.” Missy filed her response, her head tilting to face Bryan. He seemed done, tired of begging, right out cheating on her, and definitely wasn’t regretting it.

Taking in deep breaths, I mustered up the courage to bring forth my questions. “How may I help you, sir?” Her gloomy voice rang into the air, further adding to my already antsy state. I was never one to be scared or restless over little things, but this was no little thing. This was my life, and if my questioning came with certain answers, it could mean a bloodbath in the palace. “Well, Ashantu. I have a question for you, maybe a few. And I would really appreciate complete honesty and secrecy. No one else must find out that I’m asking you these questions, understand?”

I wave my hand around the room, "hold most of our secrets. They're yours to find." "If things in the U.S. get worse, will you know?" "Yes, and you'll know too. I won't keep anything from you." Skepticism crosses her face. "You'll answer all my questions?" "Yes, even if you won't answer all of mine."