Questions For Your Character Novels & Stories

* * * A/N : *coughs* too many dirty references *coughs* anyway, one question for you guys! who is your favourite character from this book?

I pushed back and faced him, arranging my thighs and legs on the mat as I looked at him. “Can I ask some more questions about you?” “Ask away,” he replied casually, but his eyes were curious about my questions. “What else do you want to know?” “These just occurred to me. So, before Brooke, how many girlfriends have you had?”

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?"

And why do they keep pushing me to the edge? My fingers hover above the keyboard before finally typing back. “Why are you questioning my decision? He deserves it.” The reply doesn’t come immediately this time. I lean back slightly in my chair while waiting. Outside, rain taps softly on my apartment windows. The city lights blur faintly on the glass while silence fills the room more around me. Then the response come: “No. I don't think he does.” My jaw tightens. “He is fictional. Are you saying you know my character more than I do?”

He wait for 5 seconds to take the effect and I feel the same sensation again it stopped once he saw that I am okay he asked "My first question is 'Do you know your family and my family has been enemies and if yes how much dare you have to face me?' " I get nervous because of his ways of asking but I answered him truthfully "I know before meeting you that our family is enemies, Rivals, or whatever you say, and as I have already told you I am already doing this for my family they gave me the courage to proceed because I don't have much time." He nodded and think and asked again "My second question is 'Tell me why you don't have much time, Are you going to die? Are you sick?' "

Your sort of Book boy? 4:)do you want Jace to be fond of Brie? To be hard on her? Or soft on her? You can also ask your questions that have been bugging you: thank you.

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 heard his voice again, " Shaky..First of all, I want to clear some doubts..Um..Just three questions..Yeah..You have to answer for just three questions..Thats it..After that you can go from here.." I looked at him without understanding anything..What he want to know from me now??..With this thoughts, I nodded as yes.. "Good girl..Why did you come this function??" He asked in a plain tone.. "Why should I tell you?? Leave my hand..Don't waste the water and your time after touching my hand.." I told him furiously.. "Jeez..Backfire dialogue shaky..Good..I'm quite impressed..But shaky I don't allow you to go from here without getting correct reply for my questions" he told me with a snigger..

With no car, I need to leave soon. As I prepare, I can’t help but replay the questions they all ask. What do I want? How far am I willing to go? Those seem to be the key points, and I need answers before I meet him, this mysterious stalker. At least I know what he is—that should help.

My instinct was strongly voting that he was telling the truth—though I hoped it had nothing to do with me wanting to jump him right now and fuck the hell out of him. “I have so many questions… I mean, don’t get me wrong. I believe you, though I have no idea why. But I’m still so confused.” “Okay. You can ask me five questions, and I promise to answer them honestly.” I took a deep breath and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Okay, here’s my first question. How do you know who I am and what I came for?”