Dumb Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

I suggested. "I know what 20 questions is. It's stupid." He gruffed. "No, it's not. It's a way for us to know each other better. Please." I made a puppy face. "Ew, stop it." He frowned playfully. "I don't have any questions to ask you." "Just ask anything, I'll go first." I said with a grin. "Uhm…" I trailed off, taking a bite of my pancake. "How many…" I scratched my head. "How old were you when…" I looked around then sighed.

He was never going to tell me. I knew this so I never bothered to ask. “ Can I ask you something? ” The words slipped out of my mouth on their own, bringing Damien out of whatever trance he was currently in. Damien had never zoned out. Never. Not from the time I knew him atleast. “ One question. ” He warned as his eyes narrowed down. “ What is love? ” What a stupid question I could ask from all the questions hitting my mind all at once. But then again...

“You ask a dumb question, and for once I thought the man down there has no hold on you, but clearly you think with him rather than your brain, Damien Sullivan!!! This was about to be...lit!

He leaned back with a smirk, adding, “But if we keep going around like this, you’ll at least be able to answer my questions, right?” I bit my lower lip, a hesitant nod escaping me. “I think so? But not those ridiculous questions you were about to ask a second ago.” Damien’s eyes gleamed mischievously. “Ah, but I was curious about your preferences when it comes to sex. Do you want it wild? Vanilla? Or maybe something a little more... torturous?” He leaned closer, his voice lowering. “Or perhaps, you’re into the kinky stuff?” I shook my head, a mix of disbelief and frustration washing over me. “Oh my god, stop. If you keep this up, we won’t be doing anything tonight except staring at each othe

“Thank you for staying with us, Kath.” The game continued and it was one of the weirdest set of questions and dares I've ever encountered in my life. They would ask questions like ' do you know who invented the chalk?' or ' I dare you to act like the most popular person ever existed in this whole wide world. Weird but atleast...we're happy..

I say. The girls look at me again. “You can’t attack someone directly anymore,” I continue. “People love defending the underdog. What you do instead is ask questions.” “What kind of questions?” Amber asks. I slide my phone across the table so they can see the screen. A poll page is open. Is Hazel using Jaxon? “People answer questions without thinking,” I say. “Especially when the questions sound reasonable.” The girls exchange glances. “So we post things like that?” Chloe asks slowly.

“Number three, don’t run away from the hard questions. The prying questions that are absolutely none of their business? Those are the ones that will make the people go feral. And those should he your focus.” “I thought you said I could pick and choose.” Victoria interjected. Derek glared at her like she had personally offended him. “You only get to do that with the trivial questions!” Victoria nodded, which made the lady doing her makeup hiss aggressively. “Don’t move!” Derek continued. “Number four and the last. Keep your answers as ambiguous as possible. When they ask you a question, your answer should also be a question too. Got it?” “Yes.” Derek shook his head. “Horrible. I literally jus

He asks, looking back away toward where the maid had disappeared. “I was just wondering,” I begin, not really sure if there was an appropriate way to ask the question or if I should just come out and say it, “, why are some people so weird around you and others aren’t?” The question seemed to take him by surprise as his ears lift slightly and pull back. I didn’t even know he could do that. Then he smiles warmly,

Danrious suddenly blurted out, which stupefied me. "Huh?" I asked stupidly in return. He approached me and crouched before me before speaking again. "I'm asking you if you're trying to seduce me?" He asked, and I just raised an eyebrow at his question. What kind of stupid question was that? What's so seductive as a sweaty woman scrubbing the bathroom floor? "Is it hot in here?" He asked me.

"You are not dumb, are you?" This question made me feel humiliated, but against them, I couldn't even gather the courage to breathe loudly.