Get To Know Me Questions Novels & Stories

“anything you wanna know about me?” I arched my brow at the amused question. “I dunno, anything you want to tell me?” “For an inquisitive lady like you, you’d want to know about my job, my love life, my family, anything you can think of.” He replied. We finally stood under a street lamp at a T-junction. My eyes met his and I noticed a glint of amusement in them. “Well, as inquisitive as I am, I’d rather you tell me everything yourself, in your right time.” I smiled.

A woman in her 30s greeted me, “Good Morning, Ma’am.” I smiled “I won’t go with an introduction, We’ll ask you a question right immediately.” She said, “The first question is, If you want to be a model, How well do you communicate with others?” I smiled “I can easily understand other people, so I can understand people even if I don't know what they are going through, I can get along in any way. that's all thank you.” She smiled “Next question is, Are you currently attending school? How would you cope up with that thing when you’re a model.”

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.

Then I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to focus on my work, checking my phone every fifteen minutes like an idiot. The reply came around five: [Brilliant idea. Ten questions is enough to learn the essentials without ruining the mystery. May I start?] "Of course. Go ahead." I braced myself for something basic. Age, job, whether I lived alone. The kind of thing every guy on dating apps wants to know right away. Instead, he sent: [If you had to pick a song to represent a perfect cup of coffee on a rainy London morning, what would it be? And why?]

I said before laughing. “We’ll be playing a Question Game since you’re practically a stranger to me. Let’s play ‘Get-to-Know-You.’ We either use cards or ask random questions. And since I changed the champagne rule because of me, and I won, I’ll let you choose—cards or random questions?” I said, giggling. “Random questions,” Bryan said. “I’ll ask you first then. What’s your full name?” I asked. “Bryan Montgomery Blackwood,” Bryan replied.

He seemed to be debating with his mind to ask it for quite a moment. "Love, tell me more about yourself," he said. "Tell me about you," Raven shot back. "You know pretty much every single thing about me. I know a lot about you, but there's more you're not saying." "Oh? What exactly do you know about me?" "I know what you love. Your favourite colour, snack meal, movie, thing to do, part of the house, your favourite outfit, where you got it from. I know the food you would rather not eat, and pretty much everything. I know about your biggest dream and how you would love to move out of Domsville into a little island despite the impossibility of it. Yet, I don't know about who you were before you

“But is this really about me or about him? Is this just some twisted revenge plan where I’m nothing but a piece on your chess board?” A dry, broken laugh slipped from me. “You say you want me in your life? Fine. Then tell me, what do you actually know about me? Besides how good I feel in your bed, huh?” I didn’t wait for an answer. “What’s my favorite food? My favorite color? My hobbies? Can you even name one thing about me that doesn’t involve my body? Or is that all I’ll ever be to you, just sex, just a way to get back at him?”

"I wanted to." The things I do for you, Chloe... Delaney didn't seem all that happy with my answer so I quickly added, "and to get to know you better of course." I grinned. "So let's do that. Get to know each other better." Delaney rolled her eyes. Man, this girl has got some serious issues. "Come on," I urged her. "Twenty questions?" She sighed. "Fine." I grinned at her. "Great. I'll start?" Delaney nodded.

He continued rinsing and drying, leaving me with my mouth hung open and eyes still wide as a saucer. First off, what the hell does he mean by he doesn't relate with humans? Forget it. That's confusing as hell. I don't want to think about it. “I am going to forget; you just try to blow my brain. So the twenty questions are done like this: you ask me ten questions about myself, and I do the same to you. And no, it's not childish. We are getting to know each other.” I explained. “Ok… and if it's a question that I don't feel like answering?”

I don't say anything, just clink my glass with his and take a sip of the drink. "How do you know this place?" I continue with the questions. "I know the owner." "Ugh, seriously?" I roll my eyes. Is there a person he doesn't know? "What's up with the questions?" "I just want to get to know you better, I guess," I shrug. "Hmmm, alright. Let's play a game. We'll ask each other one question at a time and we'll have to answer honestly." "How would I know if you're lying?"