Stupid Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

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?"

If we were asked the simplest things about each other, we would fail miserably. “Then, why don’t we do a Q&A session? We ask each other questions about our lives, and we have to give the right answer.” I proposed. “That’s a good idea. It will give us a crash course on each other in the very limited time that we have.” She nodded. “Who’s going first?”

I read through some and then I shook my head and dropped it as I got to my feet, placing my hands over my head. “This is ridiculous,” I said. He looked up. “What is ridiculous?” “These questions. One of them is asking whether I’ve had an abortion. What kind of stupid question is that?” “Like I said,” he reiterated, “these are possible questions… questions to get you off guard, to get you angry, mad, to make sure that you are put off your game.” “Well, I’m surely put off my game by these questions,” I said. “What do you want me to say in court when they ask me all these questions?”

he tapped the floor lightly, “you start stripping.” I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “Can’t we just skip this question? I’ll answer the next one. Please.” “Nope,” Kaid said, unmoved. “You answer this one.” “Pleaseeeee? Ask me something else.” Kaid leaned back, cool as ever. “Alright. Have you ever faked an orgasm?” “What kind of question is that?” I gawked at him, my voice pitching in disbelief as heat crawled up my neck.

what’s with our questions? “I don’t have one.” “Why the hell are you smiling?” “Nothing.” I was so bored that’s why I asked something out of the blue. “When was the last time you had sex?” “What the fuck woman?!” he yelled. Why’s he yelling? What’s wrong with my question anyway, it’s harmless! “So when?” “I’m not gonna answer that.” He’s now glaring at me. I just stared at him with blank expression and we’re now having a staring contest. And guess what I won.

I paused. "You cannot ask any question linked to the previous one...each and every question should be unique...." I said. "Fine" he said. "No uncomfortable question...i will have the choice to abort the question..." I said. "No...its not fair...and there is no such things like uncomfortable between couples..." He said. "But.." i started. "No if and buts...i will not ask you any uncomfortable question...okay?" He said. "Okay. My first question is your happiest moment?" i said.

what the actual fuck! i wanted to not be asked question but instead of it i would be asked even more "please begin the questions" The teacher spoke "Do you have a boyfriend" that was the first question asked by a guy. great! who does he think he is to ask such question? my mother? "No i don't" i replied honestly "Then can i ask you out" i wanted to smash my head across something hard. i looked at the teacher "This is something normal darling." what's with her encouraging tone?

“And he’s not the bragging type.” “You know what? Try asking better questions next time so you don’t sound dumb when you talk to people, okay?” she instructed. “Is that your new way of saying I’m stupid?” “Aren’t you?” I stared at her, deadpan. “I hate that I can’t even argue with that.”

His eyes light up. “Does this ‘no harm in asking’ rule only apply to flirting or can it apply to other questions too?” He asks. I shrug. “I don’t know. I just don’t answer questions I don’t want to answer.” I conclude. “Perfect, In that case, what is your favourite colour?” He asks politely. “Huh?” I respond dumbly. “Your favourite colour. What is it?” He repeats. “Purple?” I respond. He nods seriously. “A good choice. I like green"

I ask in a mock irritated tone. data-p-id=e4896f53e9e3db8ec257c3d67e395c5e,"I'm not complaining sweetie, just stating the obvious." He retorts irritatingly. "So you didn't have sex with her because she's stupid?" I ask.