Funny Questions With Answers Novels & Stories

"And you're the most beautiful, most amazing thing that's ever happened to me." We were still skating hand in hand, Logan backwards and me facing him when Logan asked. "Wanna complete that twenty questions game?" I nodded my head. "How many questions are left any way?" I asked him. "I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders. "But as far asked I'm concerned, you can ask me as many questions as you want." "Okay, you start." I said. "Hmm....okay, what's your favorite animal?" He asked wryly. I raised an eyebrow at that. "Foxes of course."

I said, slightly pissed. He laughed a little so I was even more pissed. "What's funny?" "You just woke up, but you're already mad" he said. "I'm not mad" I said calmly, holding back annoyance. "Just what?" he asked. I can see his strange grin. “Pissed” I simply said. "You are pissed because?" "What?! Why are you asking?" I said, annoyed again. "What? Is it wrong to ask?" he replied. "I'm annoyed because you don't answer my questions and you're asking me questions. Why? Did something happen that I couldn't remember, huh!? Why are you smiling differently now?"

His eyes light up. “Does this ‘no harm in asking’ rule only apply to flirting or can it apply to other questions too?” He asks. I shrug. “I don’t know. I just don’t answer questions I don’t want to answer.” I conclude. “Perfect, In that case, what is your favourite colour?” He asks politely. “Huh?” I respond dumbly. “Your favourite colour. What is it?” He repeats. “Purple?” I respond. He nods seriously. “A good choice. I like green"

"I don't hate maybe I am disappointed by some people but I don't hate anyone" "kindness it's still alive I see" "favourite colour" "Blue" "I can see that" I pointed. He chuckled and asked "I can't ask you favourite food because it's obvious so favourite singer" "Umm..... I don't usually pay any attention to singers I just listen to the songs I don't know more than two singers" I said taping my chin. that it's how we spend our evening playing twenty questions which stretched for two hours laughing and knowing each other weird things.

He said with a horrified face. "It's like you made up your mind to decline everything." I pouted. "We can do the questions thing. And only truth accepted." "Okay like 20 questions. So you go first?" He thought for a moment, "How do you feel if you woke up and you are famous?"

Jane- Screw you. Hunter- Lol… let’s play a game. Hunter- Twenty questions. You in? Jane-Why do I hate this game already? Hunter- You’re hilarious. Hunter- I’ll start… Where’s the craziest place a guy has ever kissed you? Jane- Wow. It’s that kind of game we’re playing? Hunter- What kind of questions did you think I was going to ask you? Your favourite food? Or perhaps your favourite colour? Jane- I do not appreciate your sarcasm.

We see some particularly hilarious moments from our bachelor and bachelorette parties and, of course, the filmed questions. - "James, how many kids do you want?" asks Reed. - As many as she wants," he says with a smirk. - Tanya, how many kids do you want?" asks Clara. - Plenty! (I'm completely torn.) - How many? - Like... Like the mini Olafs in The Snow Queen!" - Oh goddess," I say, burying my face in James's costume as he laughs as hard as our guests. - "Tanya, which one of you is the grumpiest in the morning?

Camilla narrows her eyebrow at me and laughs, “Seriously, we just answered like a hundred questions in there.” I let out a small chuckle as I swipe my screen to prevent the phone from locking. “They are not educational, just a few questions for fun.” I tell her and he nods slowly. I look back to my phone and clear my throat, “Would you rather drink water for six days straight or anything but it has to have a little spit in it.” Camilla snorts, “Spit clearly.” “Yea,” I giggle. “I guess we do drink spit when kissing.”

He sighed again as he tutted, “I do not see what you are trying to accomplish.” I threw my hands up in defeat, “Okay, another question. What is my favorite color?” Ford looked baflwed, “what is this nonsense?” “Who am I closer to? My dad or my mom?” He didn’t answer, so I fired another round of questions, “what are my grandparents called? Which one is my favourite? Who is my best friend? What food do I hate? What food is my favorite? Oh… Last one… What have I been doing for the last couple of weeks to help this pack?”

Her eyes kept roaming round my face and I had no doubt she was being serious but I couldn’t help the laughter that escaped me. She frowned deeply, her angry brows creasing together in a way that made me laugh even more. ‘You doing cheap weed captain?’ ‘What?’ ‘That shit ain’t good for you’. ‘Are you going to answer the question?’ ‘Why would you even ask me that?’ ‘You know what? Forget I asked’. She turned back and resumed walking inside. Girls are weird. Where does one even generate such questions from? ‘Hey captain!’ I called after her. ‘What?’ She spun around