Get To Know Me Questions Novels & Stories

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?’

Anything can change that plan. All right, that is enough about me and my life. I want to know about you. When is your birthday? What is your favorite color? Favorite animal? Favorite food? Favorite sport or hobby? Tell me everything, please! I hope to hear back from you soon. Your friend, Haven Kenway

"Twenty Questions? What's that?" "It's a game where we each take turns asking each other a question, and we have to answer truthfully," I explained. "It's a fun way to get to know each other better." Margot hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Alright, I'm in," she said, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. I started with a light-hearted question to ease the tension. "What's your favorite thing to do in your free time?" A smile crept onto Margot's face as she replied, "I love spending time with my family and friends, especially my younger sister. We used to have so much fun together."

“Are you kidding me?” “Not even a little bit,” I replied, holding his gaze. “You answer mine, I answer yours. Fair deal, right?” He let out a breath, clearly skeptical. “Alright. You first.” At first, we kept it light, throwing out the usual stuff—favorite color, TV shows, first kiss, the first time we hacked something, even the first time we killed someone. But then, without even realizing it, the questions started digging a little deeper. I tried to keep my stupid mouth shut but once we got going, it was like I couldn’t stop myself.

"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

I couldn't be more flushed, I'm sure I'm as red as a tomato! "So.. Mate, I know nothing about you," I try to sound enthusiastic. He leans back on his chair and covers his gorgeous fingers over his face. "So we're playing twenty questions, eh," He starts... I nod and straighten my back. "Ok, shot!" "What is your favorite color?" "Black," "and yours?" "Mine too," "How many siblings do you have?" "I have one sister, she's my little spitfire, and you?"

She cleared up the detailed and already known information for me. " I see, but what happens if you're asked to get married to someone, would you?". I continued tht questioning. She became a bit suspicious about me asking her such questions but then asked me, " Why do you want to know.... Do you think I should get married?". She tossed the question right in the open..

I wish I could tell him how awful I am, but I don’t know if my parents will get information about my answers, so I have to be careful not to sound like I’m trying too hard not to be chosen. He stares at me for a long moment, his dark eyes seemingly unimpressed. “Have you been with a man before?” I shake my head. “No, sir. Never.” My cheeks flame up at the question. I hope he doesn’t ask me any more intimate questions. He looks down at his desk where he has a list of questions. He asks me, “Have you found your fated mate? Or do you have a man at home that you are in love with?”

“Did you feel a strange connection with someone? Or are you asking because you are bothered about not having a mate yet?” “I’m uncertain what to choose but I would still choose a ‘no’ to both of your questions. Just tell me what you know about it and that's all.” She seems reluctant. And I have no idea why she is. “You know, it feels kind of strange to me,” she tells me. “Well, are you saying or not?” “Depends on what exactly you want to know,” I decide to think it through first because I am looking for the best way to ask her questions without making her know I’ve got a lot to say regarding my personal life

I was tempted to interrupt dinner by throwing her over my shoulder and moving to the bedroom for dessert, but I decided to divert my focus by making conversation. “I get that we’ve known each other a long time,” I started, earning a questioning look from my mate, “but there is still a lot to learn about each other. I thought we could play twenty questions over dinner. Do you want to go first?” “Um, okay. Let’s see, I already know your favorite color, favorite food, favorite car. What don’t I know?” Zoe tapped her chin in thought. “How about, what was five year old Dillon like? What did you want to be when you grew up?”