Questions To Ask About Characters Novels & Stories

“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?”

He tells me with a smile which only makes me look down at the paper, I nod opening up the first page to the fresh notebook whilst taking the cap off the pen. I did have to pause for a second to think of what I should ask, yes I had many questions that I wanted to ask but now I was put on the spot, I was kind of hitting a brick wall on what I should ask. I decide to just start with the basic questions, I look away from him for a second and begin to write my question. Once I was done, I turn the book around so he could read. “What’s your name?” I ask in my neatest hand writing, I actually haven’t wrote with a pen and paper in so long.

“Uh oh. Let’s hear it.” “I feel like there’s a lot about you I don’t know these days. And I want to fix that. So why don’t we play a game of twenty questions.” He raises an eyebrow and folds his arms. “I get to ask you things too?” “Yeah, of course.” “Okay then. Deal.” I grin, pleased with the success. “Okay, tell me about your travels.” “That’s not a question,” he points out. I stick my tongue out at him. “What’s the most interesting place you’ve ever been to?”

"But I don't mind having a conversation with you." "Then, what do you want us to talk about?" I raised my head, trying to think of what we should talk about. We'd already talked a lot about our jobs and the things that had happened to us while we were apart. But I still have a lot of questions for him, but I'm hesitant since I don't want him to think I'm nosy. Caesar, who appeared to have read my mind, looked at me and asked, "Is there anything you wanted to ask me? You certainly can. I'm permitting you to ask any questions you want, and I'll do my best to answer them."

They would need it to prepare my shoes for attending events. But tonight, I broke the silence. There was one thing I needed to know, and I didn’t want to beat around the bush. "What kind of women do you like?" Damian froze, his fork halfway to his mouth. "What kind of question is that? What do you mean?" "Your type. What do you look for? Physical traits, personality, anything." "Maria, you’re being strange. Is this some kind of test? What do you want me to say? 'A woman like you'? Long black hair? 163 cm tall? Fair skin? A daughter of a conglomerate?"

Her questions were written all over her eyes. She wanted to ask him who he was. She wanted to ask him where he came from. She wanted to ask how his eyes had glowed earlier today. She wanted to know about him. She wanted to know about his culture, his family, and his lifestyle. Everything there was to know about him, she wanted to know it all.

"So after answering all your questions, we'll be able to talk about our kiss?" Charlie asks nonchalantly, fixing the way he seats on the chair. Don't blush. Don't blush. Don't blush. I coughed out, "Of course." "Alright, fire away." This is it Vanchel, go, ask him all your questions. But what if his answers are unacceptable? It's Charlie we're talking about, everything's acceptable. Wait a minute... Memories flashed like lights. It was like bricks pouring down on me.

So," he says. "So," I say back. "Something real." "We established that." "We did." He picks up his drink. "What does that look like for you." The question is so direct that for a moment I do not know what to do with it. Nobody asks me that. People ask what I want to do, where I want to go, what I think about things. Nobody asks what something looks like for me specifically. Like my version of it might be different from the standard version. Like that difference matters.

"Hmm?" "If you were to be a author, who will choose to be the male lead character's endgame? The supposed to be female lead character or the girl who just accidentally enter the world of your book?" I suddenly asked. I felt regret upon asking those thing but somehow I want to hear his answer. He looks at me and tilted his head, " Why are you asking me that?" "Nothing. I just want to hear your answer."

Several more conversations followed a similar pattern as Leo continued asking oddly specific questions that seemed unrelated to whatever topic we were supposedly discussing, while repeatedly steering conversations toward observations, personal habits, leadership struggles, and moments that felt random enough to make me question whether he was suffering from some delayed playoff-induced mental breakdown. During one particularly bizarre exchange after practice, he casually asked whether I believed people revealed their real personalities when nobody was watching. The question arrived without context. Without warning. Without reason. I stared at him. “What kind of question is that?” He shrugged