Get To Know Me Questions Novels & Stories

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?"

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.

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?"

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?”

“Why doesn’t anyone talk about you?” “Why did you leave the family?” “Where have you been all these years?” “Did you know our dad was a bad person?” “Did you ever try to help Mommy?” “Do you hate Grandpa?” “Are we going to see more of you now? “Do you live here?” “How long have you been dating Rohan?” “Do you love him?” “Did you know he loves you?” “Are you going to marry him?” “Are you going to have kids with him?”

I want to know everything that there is to know about him. “Gunner?” “Yeh babe” “What’s your last name?” “Mathers, why’s that?” I sat up and smiled at him and he perched himself up on his arm. “I just wanted to know. Now what’s your favourite colour?” “What’s this, twenty questions?” He chuckled, “Yes, it is, I don’t know anything about you” “You know that I love you” “I do know that, but I don’t know any of the little stuff, will you just tell me?”

He’s still unaware that I know about it. “Hey, I’m a pretty open book too.” He caught my eye. “Okay then, Liam doesn’t know you that well. So how about 20 questions? Tora can ask me any question and I’ll answer honestly. Liam can ask you any question and you have to answer honestly.” I challenged him. He smiled widely at the idea. “Deal. Liam, you can go first.” Manny told him. “Oh, um, okay.” We caught Liam off guard. I forget he’s a bit more on the reserved side until he gets to know you, then he’s playful and wild.