Dumb Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

“The press will ask questions, and you need to know how to answer them. Our engagement has to be convincing.” I blinked. Oh. That actually made sense. “Like what kind of questions?” I asked, curiosity creeping in. “How we met. Why we’re getting married so suddenly. What you love about me.” I almost choked. “What I—excuse me?” Damien gave me a deadpan look. “You heard me. They’ll expect you to say something believable.” I scoffed. “And what if I say you’re an insufferable control freak?” His lips twitched, almost like he was holding back a smirk. “Try that, and I’ll double your contract.”

“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.”

“How about we play a game? Something lighthearted. 20 Questions?” He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “20 Questions? What, like, we take turns asking random questions?” “Exactly,” I said, feeling my pulse quicken. “We ask anything—no filters, no restrictions. And you have to answer honestly. It’ll be fun.” He chuckled. “Alright, love, you’re on. You can go first.” I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the onslaught of questions that was about to come. “Alright, here’s an easy one. What’s your favorite food?”

You can start there. I nod slowly. “Finally, someone who makes sense.” Me: I’ll try this. Thanks. I exit the forum, then immediately type: ‘Random fun questions to ask a friend about themselves.’ Enter. My screen floods with suggestions, lists of icebreakers, “cute couple” quizzes, whole threads about date ideas, random memes sprinkled in. I scroll. And scroll. And scroll. “Oh. That’s actually a good question. I’ll keep that.” Next scroll. “That’s funny… but if I ask it, will I sound weird?”

i asked pointing to the house "Why do you ask ?"he asked "Please just answer me? Did some one live in that house before?"i asked "Yes some one lived there"he said "Who? Tell me more David, tell me who lived there" "I can't tell you that?" "Okay fine just one more question, you just have to say yes or no"I said quickly "The person who lived in that house, was it a girl"I asked and he stood Quiet for a while "I can't answer that question"he replied

I take a sip of my coffee barely tasting it as the question I’m dying to ask burns in my brain. ‘How do you know my name?’

I wonder how smart these two could be if they weren't locked in the same room and didn't have to share their stupidity. Once again, Dumb proves that he hasn't fallen as low as his friend. He ignores the remark and immediately asks a question. "Where's the cloak?" Cloak? What cloak? Is he talking about mine? I haven't seen it in ages. Was that a question I should answer? And even if it was, how on earth could I tell them where a piece of fabric is when I'm clueless about the exact location of myself? I can't stop thinking about it- why would two rogues need a stupid cloak from me when they can basically buy or steal it anywhere?

I don't know my left from my right here. And now they wanted me to handle a project worth more than my entire life savings. Samira slid a croissant onto my plate like it was a peace offering. "Take a deep breath," she said. "This is why you have us." Theo drummed his fingers against the table. "Alright, advice time," he declared. "Everybody, one piece of wisdom for our rookie legend." Tasha sipped her tea, looking thoughtful. "Mine is simple," she said. When you feel like you don't know what to do, ask questions. Smart people are never afraid to look stupid."

“What do you want?” “How’s it like?” he asked. This made Damor’s eyes narrow even more. “How is what like, asshole?” he asked. “Being with someone. I want to know what it’s like.” Damor’s eyes narrowed further, and at this point, his eyes were almost shut, but his face soon straightened after realising he was genuinely asking him. “Why would you want to know?” “This might as well be our very last night alive; I might die a virgin, but I want to know what it feels like, at least.”

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.