Dumb Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

If I decided to ask those questions. Probably not.

“That’s what I thought.” “Cocky much?” “Only when I know I am right.” Damian brought up his whiskey and took a sip without breaking eye contact with me. “We don’t have to talk.” “How would I get to know you, then?” “Not my problem.” “If I wasn’t Dax’s brother, would you want me?” Well shit. “Possibly.” “Let’s play a question for a question. I will ask you a question and you have to answer and then you get to ask me something. No lying.”

He was eager to know what question Damien was giving so much introduction; he wanted to know if he could tease him with whatever it was that he was about to ask. "How does one know when they like someone else?" "WHAT!?" "How do you know when you see someone else?"

"Why don't we discuss about it? There is a cafeteria and it is rather quiet. There you can ask me more questions." I had already made a humongous list of all the questions I had to ask. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳. Gosh this sounded wrong. It wasn't her, she wouldn't do such things? Would she? She is the type of person to keep things slow. 𝙍𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?

"No, I have asked 5." "Well, it feels like 100." "Because my questions make sense, you exhausted yours with stupid questions." Questions like; Have you ever thought of going blonde? What do you think about pizza? Do you smell your feet?. "I haven't exhausted my question, I have 2 more questions left." "How do you feel about death?" I asked. "Geez, are you trying to make me sad or what?" "Just answer, Creep." "Inevitable." I waited for him to add more to the known word.

But you still haven't responded to my question. I rolled onto my side, my thumbs hovering over the keyboard. 𝙈𝙚: "𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪?" The three most useless words in the world of communication. Nobody who asks that question actually wants to know the answer. I paused, taking a breath before firing off the next part.

"It's obvious I'm not asking for your Favorite colors or hobbies you have no use for. All I'm asking about is maybe some dark or deep secrets I ought to know." , any family anywhere? Friends? Or close relationships?" He rushes the question at me with my eyes darting all around the room, I

So, dumb! End of Text.

I say, sending in a list of get to know you dating questions. Thane goes through the long pile of questions, a chuckle breaking off his lips while he reads through. “Okay, this is good. But why does it have lots of nasty questions” he asks, lifting his eyes up. “I just placed a balance of sexual and emotional questions” I blurted out, not really wanting to let out the truth of its originator, but that seems to already be on the table. My hands shield cover my face. Thanes stare isn't exactly innocent, but a mix of slutty and amazement. I guess no one really knows what's in your brain, until you let it off.

He simply hummed and turned his head away at Eva's question. “Hubby, I have a question to ask you?" She suddenly spoke, making Damien turn to her. "What?” " What is your favorite food?” Eva didn't waste time and asked. "None," A quick response came from Damien without thinking about it. "Oh... how about movies? Do you have one you wanted to watch?" Eva tried again. "I don’t watch movies," "Ohh... ah, sport. What’s your favorite sport?" "Nothing in particular," "Then how about celebrities?"