Story And Question Novels & Stories

“Uh, sorry, Mr. Huang. I didn’t realize that we’ve been ignoring you. Would you like something to drink? But, I only have water, coffee, and milk—” “No need, Miss Park. We want to talk about something else with you, so you should take it easy.” Alain faintly sighed. The lecturer didn’t know how to make small talk to lighten the mood and once again went straight to the point. Perhaps he had to lend a hand to the painter. “Hey, Brielle,” Alain called his best friend, making the girl turn to him. “Do you remember when I asked whether you have a relative named Park Ah Reum or not? You didn’t answer my question at that time, did you?”

I answered, nodding my head in the affirmative and he smiled before he responded. "Well, I just wanted to ask you a question," he said and my eyes turned to him in curiosity. I wanted to know what question he wanted to ask me. I couldn't wait, but now I suddenly thought about something. What if the question was an awkward one? What would I do? I really hoped that the question didn't turn out to be a awkward one. "So what is it? Tell me, please," I said in eagerness. "Okay," he said. "Would you like to hear the main story surrounding the reason I fell and got injured in the Alpha's private library that day?" he asked.

“Tell me I’m hallucinating.” Blake didn’t even look up. “What?” Charlie leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Tell me I’m not seeing you—Blake freaking Andrews—studying.” Blake finally looked up, scowling. “Do you mind? Ever heard of knocking?” Charlie ignored him, walking over and snatching the textbook off the desk before Blake could stop him. He skimmed a few pages, raising an eyebrow. “Projectile motion? Since when do you give a damn about physics?”

Oliver Lya’s question shocked me a little. I didn’t expect it to be so innocent. I was prepared and willing to divulge all my deepest, darkest secrets to her, and here she just wanted to hear about my childhood. The conversations twenty questions had started usually had an agenda, anyway. “That’s a difficult question to answer,” I admitted. “I don’t really have anything to compare it to.” “Tell me a story, then,” she sighed. “A happy memory.”

she asked, clearly bracing for the worst. “Yes,” I said. “But later. As a treat.” Naomi groaned theatrically. “You lied,” she hissed. “We’ll start with stories,” I said. “Real ones. Some might be scary in parts. Some might be sad. But we’re telling them so you know where you come from. So no one can tell you lies and make you afraid on purpose.” I took a breath. “Who’s heard of the curse?” I asked. Almost every hand went up.

"I do not want to hear a story. I want to know you. What is your wolf's name?" "I am going to tell you a story." His voice was flat and final. "You cannot ask questions and you cannot interrupt me." Rude, I thought. Impossible. He is going to tell me a story like I am a child and he thinks I cannot handle the truth. "Can I ask one question before you start?" "Yes." "What is your wolf called? He is big." "Killian." The name settled into my chest and I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind. "No wonder he loves killing."

He said. I finally sat. “I’m not here to steal those things.”I said looking concerned. “I know,” he said. “But I don’t know what to I looked at him. “What if we just... start small? One question a day, one answer and one story. Nothing deep,”I said. He thought about it. “Like an icebreaker?”He asked. I smiled. “Exactly.” I said. He nodded slowly. “Okay.” I tilted my head. “Can I go first?”I asked.

*l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l * We are moving towards the end of the story. Are you excited about the next story?

She nods, her head resting on my chest, “you sleepy?” This time she shakes her head while fighting a yawn, “want story.” “A story?” I ask, eyeing James. We both know what story she wants but it’s a game at this point so I ask, “and what story do you want? Dinosaurs? Pirates? Astronauts?” “Princess!” She demands with a squeal.

He grumbled. "Are you sure? Because I think I really want to hear the story instead." I smirked. Mia chuckled. "Fine, I'll spare you this time. But let me just say, it was epic." Noah rolled his eyes. "Sure it was. Anyway, let's get to the game." "I'll start." Val said. We all readied ourselves, mouths moving as we chewed on the snacks. "Which one of these questions is a lie? I had a one night stand with a popular musician. I'm allergic to cheap fur. Mia is the love of my life."