Too Inquisitive Novels & Stories

I am full of elegance and beauty but I am unpredictable. You too were unpredictable. Don't blame me for blaming you, that wouldn't be fair. Just admit that I played and got trapped. But tell me, why did I accept this game? What was it going to bring me in the end? Experience the danger? What is the point ? To see me asking for more? You know, I am starting to ask a thousand questions again and I am waiting for answers that I will not have because you are far away. You took my feverish desire away. But then, how is it possible that I get to feel you near me?

“Why do you think your stalker is doing this? What's in it for harassing you?” I had asked myself that question a million times. "Destroy my life," I replied. “Who would be interested in destroying your life?” “Fernando.” Paola gave Fernando one more point. “Who came into your life before the bullying started?” “Ezra.” “Do you know someone who is obsessed with your physique?” I forced my mind to think and achieved nothing. "No one that I know of," I commented. “Are you sure it's a man?” “I don't know, I can't be sure of anything but I don't think it's a woman. I have no enemy.”

“Why will I forget about that? Did the truth or dare game you played with your friends make you forget the disappearance of your English teacher?” “You remember ?” “He’s not the only teacher to disappear. My class teacher, Mrs. Richards disappeared too and no one seemed to see it as anything odd.” “Do you know what this means?” “…that the level of insecurity in New York is rising?” “No… well technically yes but what I mean to say is that. Something crazy is happening and those involved are trying to cover their tracks by wiping the memories of those who come close to figuring it out.” “That doesn’t explain why we weren’t affected.”

What if this was all a trick? "Miss Hailey, right?" One of the interviewers asked. "Yes" "Please kindly fill in the information and hand over your files, we need to take a look at it" "Sure" Hailey hands over her files to them and fills in the necessary information she was to fill. The interviewers sighed softly after reading her files, they both looked at themselves and did the eye contact thing. "Congratulations, Miss Hailey. You passed the interview" "Oh my goodness!" Hailey was close to crying. As much as she was excited that she got the job, she was also curious as to how she was invited for the interview. There's no way she could have gotten the job amidst the crowds outside waiting.

When we met the client's liaison, I immediately sensed something was off. His eyes roamed over me without restraint, and every so often, he would find an excuse to touch me.

, Maurice explodes. I laugh out loud. “Let's assume you're right. Just imagine my legal department not being able to stop a street whore from robbing me. That says a lot more about you than it does me, don't you think?”, I retort, taking a drag on my cigarette and exhaling. “Maurice is right”, Thierry approaches, “She's questionable. There's nothing on her. We haven't found anything”, he says, convinced. I sigh. Obviously they haven't found anything, I've tried a variety of resources and contacts, and it's about time I looked deeper. Kiki is far from being a saint and I've had enough proof of that. Today alone…

Had now became a ‘A fool in love. And nothing a fool say or do would make any sense, so why bothered? After he made his purchases at Faithful Gold Enterprise, he place the jewellery case in his suit pocket, and left. People that saw him leave the shop never wondered if he had bought anything or not, because soon after Jin Qi-Long had also left. Everyone knows they are good friends. So instantly they’ll think they were just meeting up to chat or hangout like every other best friends do.

I have this weird urge to always look for more trouble whenever I find myself in any. Instead of just sitting one place and staying out of danger, I go for more danger and subject myself and the people I care about to things that could really get us hurt. I thought by now that I would’ve learnt my lesson and stayed put, however, that was not the case. I have become a whole lot worse and inquisitive. I am always seeking answers even at the expense of others. And somehow, I don’t seem to care what others think.

"Even if I do believe in that ridiculous notion of yours, where am I going to find a partner for this 'mind-blowing orgasm' to clear my head? Last I checked it takes two to tango…unless, of course, we’re taking a trip to the sex shop." "Oh no, silly! With the hottie over there, of course!" She shamelessly pointed a finger in the direction behind my head, like whoever she was pointing to was the most obvious of choices. I didn't follow her lead. "And why is he the rightful candidate?" I took a wild guess in thinking that the hottie she'd so boldly pointed at in her drunkenness was a guy. The last thing I need is an invitation from the same sex. But Ty's voice was coherent when she said, "Beca

I said. He nodded gravely. Then he leaned back in his chair and resumed studying me with the particular brand of serious, unself-conscious attention that only small children seem to manage without making the other person uncomfortable. There was nothing rude in it. It was more like being examined by someone who had not yet learned to pretend they were not curious. "Do you live in England?" he asked. "I do." "Far away?" I considered the question more carefully than it probably warranted. "A little," I said.