Questions For Your Character Novels & Stories

I was getting nowhere. “Wyatt, if you want to know things about me, you need to know the right questions to ask. Or perhaps, you are asking the right questions to the wrong person. I will answer anything, but you need to ask the questions in a way that you get the answer you are looking for. As to your first question, can you test what first? Staying here?” “Yes. Can I test it out for a couple of days? Or is it a flat yes or no? Do I get a chance to decide or do I get the now or never round?”

I responded truthfully, knowing well he boycotted some questions like they were a virus of some sort. “Today I will answer five of your questions.” As soon as the words fell off his mouth, I was all up and ready to cannonball him with a hoard of questions. He chuckled at my expression and shook his head slightly. His hand came out to cup my cheek. “Do I get to ask anything?” “Anything!” Oh, damn it. Christmas came early! “You asked for it, sir.” I wiggled on his lap as I prepared for the first question. “Question number 1, where were you born and raised?” A daunting shadow fell on his face, and I mentally cursed myself. I was not expecting him to answer it, especially after his hand dropped

It was a bewildering, overwhelming and non-stop stream of questions demanding that she answer: Coffee or tea? Coffee with milk and sugar? What do you want to eat on your break? Which shampoo? Which hand cream? What bank do you want to open an account in? Do you want to go to the movies? What do you want to see? What are you doing on your day off? Do you want company? And on and on and fucking on.

He opens the green notebook. He has, as promised, fourteen questions. He asks them in the order he has written them not mechanically, with the specific attention of someone who has thought about the sequence and arranged it to build understanding progressively. Irina answers each one fully, without shortening, without performing patience. She treats the questions with the respect that good questions deserve from someone who has been waiting to answer them for a very long time. At question seven he asks: "Did you love him?" The table goes slightly quiet.

“Thank you for staying with us, Kath.” The game continued and it was one of the weirdest set of questions and dares I've ever encountered in my life. They would ask questions like ' do you know who invented the chalk?' or ' I dare you to act like the most popular person ever existed in this whole wide world. Weird but atleast...we're happy..

" He looks at me and slightly cocks his head; he knows that I am not done with my questions yet. "Do we have animals?" "Just horses." "Are we going to go riding?" 'Yes." "Do you have those four-wheelers?" "Yes." "You playing twenty questions again?" I avoid his question, and a whole new level of stupidity sets over me. "Can I try something?" "Depends." "Depends on what?" "On what it is?"

I don’t want Miranda to turn me into a frog just because I asked such an innocent question. People around me are no fun. They all are so serious and big and proud and arrogant and old and experienced and Alpha King Cain Reyes like and - I need to think of some more words, but the heat of Miranda’s gaze is burning the side of my face. “ What do you want? ” I sigh out, all funny thoughts leaving my mind at once. “ You still can’t remember anything? ” She asks me a weird question. I glance at her and push myself on my elbows to get a better look. What is she talking about? What am I supposed to remember?

I coughed right after that, I gave myself a minute to recollect my normal beating pace, “Oh dear, just a few more questions then we will be done, I hope you’re okay with it?” she raised an eyebrow, signaling me that she’s asking an answer where I nodded, “Do you feel pain somewhere?” “Yes... a little in my tummy,” I childishly replied, she formed a smile on her face, "Alright," “Just one more question; have you ever been sexually active?” the moment she asked me, my eyes moved towards Armando, I didn’t know what to answer,

He took this opportunity to talk to her while she was trying on different sunglasses. “You haven’t answered my previous question.” He reminded her. “What question?” She asked back. “Who were you before you came to me? What do you like? What do you dislike? Now, I know that you like cooking and reading. You hate being locked up which is normal, but what else?” He repeated the question.

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