50 Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

“Exactly. You had the board game, didn’t you? What kind of questions do they ask?” “Why?” I say, puzzled. “We’re doing a Couples’ Quiz contest. Are the questions hard?” “Hard? No! They’re just fun. Silly things. Basic stuff that couples know about each other.” “Ask me some.” Lottie sounds a bit tense. “Give me some practice.” “Well, OK.” I think for a moment. “What kind of toothpaste does Ben use?” “Don’t know,” says Lottie after a pause. “What’s his mother called?” “Don’t know.”

Not when I could have my answers just by asking one simple question. “Are you really engaged?”

Ah, I will call Annie. Start dialing Annie's number. Ring. Ring. "Hello, what's up,?" Annie from the other line. "Hi, Annie. Are you busy? Can I ask you a question?," I said, quite hesitant. "Yeah, I'm free now. What is it?" she replied. "Please don't laugh at me and please don't ask me any question. I just need your answer. Okay?" I requested. "Yeah, sure. Okay. What is it?" Annie sounding puzzled.

"Ask and I'll answer." Is this like a tricky question or an open cheque question? My lips puzzle for a moment, "You sure about that?" "I'm sure I want you to ask whatever you want to know about me, I promise to be as honest as possible. You get to ask me any four questions of your choosing." "Were you an only child of your mom?" "Yes." he instantly replies, but he goes on to add, "My mom had only me as far as I know, but Vincent had other children, you very well know that."

I'm waiting for the interview to start. "Okay. First, since you didn't give me your resume, I'm going to ask you some questions about your personal life. Is that okay?" he asks for my permission. I nod my head. "Yes, it's okay." "Good. What is your full name, your age, your birthdate, your zodiac sign, your hobbies, your favorite music, are you still single, and if so, how many exes do you have? What are your favorite foods and drinks? What is your goal in life? What do you hate in a person? What are your desires, and what are your past related jobs?" he asks, and I'm awed, forming an 'o' shape with my mouth.

I looked at her confused. "20 questions? What's that?" I asked. She looked at me shocked. "Who doesn't know 20 questions? Yo how old are you?" She asked, a bewildered look on her face. I laughed. "I am 25 years old," I replied. "How can a 25 year old not know 20 questions? So how did you woo your wife then?" She asked, chewing the cookies. I wasn't affected by the question, I would answer anyone who asks me about Samantha honestly. But topics on my parents I won't answer, I don't like someone trying to pity me because of something that happened to me. Samantha I could get by but my mother I can not.

He watched me a while before responding, "Let us play a game." I drew down my eyebrows in curiosity. "You never struck me as one who played games." He laughed, "Well, it depends. Are you in or not?" I nodded, sipping some milk from my glass. "It is called five questions. You get to ask me five questions and I will answer as honestly as I can. And vice versa," he explained. "That is how conversations work. Why does it have to be a game?" I deadpanned. "Because," he shrugged.

He should as well have a cold shower than having to play a question and answer game he remembered playing when he was 5 with a hard-on. "Please," she pleaded pouting and because he was a fool and had a weakness that started with M, he settled back. "So, you are to answer a question in the next five seconds then ask a question back. Anyone who takes more than five seconds, before they blurt out answers loses." Xavier nodded in agreement asking her to go first. "Favorite pizza topping?" "Pepperoni." He smiled, "Favorite colour?" "Black." He chuckled not believing her choice of favorites as he had expected her to go for pink or yellow, something girly. "Where have you always wanted to visit?"

“What do you want?” “There is nothing you and your family can give me but your lives and as a matter of fact, I want all your lives. Can you all give me your lives?” He asked, waiting a moment for her reply, but she said nothing. “Okay since you cannot answer, why don’t you count to fifty for me.” Fifty? No not fifty. She panicked. She would never be able to get to her mother’s house in fifty seconds. Even a private jet would not be able to get to her mother’s house in fifty seconds.

“ Since we are friends, shouldn't we get to know each other? ” “ Of course. Should we play twenty questions then? ” Mel asked, excitedly. She was like a kid sometimes. “ Yes. Would you mind going first? ” “ Not at all. I really want to know a lot about you. So, uhm…I almost don't know what to ask. ” Mel laughed. “ What is your skincare routine? ” I froze. Of all the questions I had expected her to ask, that was not one of them. One of the nation's most beautiful goddesses, the dream woman of many men, the sexiest woman I had ever seen, was asking me for my skincare routine?