Random Questions To Ask Funny Novels & Stories

“How about we play a game? Something lighthearted. 20 Questions?” He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “20 Questions? What, like, we take turns asking random questions?” “Exactly,” I said, feeling my pulse quicken. “We ask anything—no filters, no restrictions. And you have to answer honestly. It’ll be fun.” He chuckled. “Alright, love, you’re on. You can go first.” I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the onslaught of questions that was about to come. “Alright, here’s an easy one. What’s your favorite food?”

I don't think she gave me any choice here! "Ok!" I tilted my head, asking her to go forward. "So tell me how will you put an elephant in a refrigerator?" She raised her eyebrows. Has she gone mad or what? "I don't know!" I said blankly. "Open the fridge and put the elephant in it. Simple! Isn't it?" She wiggled her eyebrows. "You are crazy!" I chuckled. "Ok, one more question!" She folded her legs and shifted towards me "how will you put a donkey in the refrigerator?"

“You know that is not the answer you are supposed to give? Karen, you can talk to me about anything you know that right?” She hummed in response not saying anything. I thought of the best way to break the ice. “Random questions.” My wolf suggested. I snapped my finger in delight. “Okay, I think I know how we can get you in the mood. Let’s ask random questions while we share the whiskey.” Karen furrowed her brows. “How does that work?” “Just ask whatever comes to mind.” “Okay. So do you think you will ever be happy with Mark?” She asked.

“Really? Who is a good listener? That’s your first question?” “What?” I said, smiling at her. “What would your number one question be then?” “Hmmm let me see. How about who has a bigger dick? Or Who is better at sex and giving head and who gives me more orgasms?” Jade laughed so hard she fell on the bed.

He sighed again as he tutted, “I do not see what you are trying to accomplish.” I threw my hands up in defeat, “Okay, another question. What is my favorite color?” Ford looked baflwed, “what is this nonsense?” “Who am I closer to? My dad or my mom?” He didn’t answer, so I fired another round of questions, “what are my grandparents called? Which one is my favourite? Who is my best friend? What food do I hate? What food is my favorite? Oh… Last one… What have I been doing for the last couple of weeks to help this pack?”

“Okay, let’s try something else. This is a date. No rugby talk and no sports, just other stuff.” This gains me a slight smile from her. “Stuff,” she repeats and shakes her head slightly. “Why don’t you tell me what you usually talk about on your dates?” I shrug. “I usually ask one or two questions and then my date does all the talking. Women tend to make dinner conversation easy on guys.” Her laughter is instant and I join in. “We aren’t very good at this, are we?” she says when she stops laughing. “No, we aren’t. I have an idea. What’s your favorite color?”

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.

“Good. Now, tell me something fun about you.” I lift a brow. “Fun?” “Yes, fun. Not work, not lingering ghosts.” She leans in slightly. “Do you have any terrible habits? A weird talent? An embarrassing childhood story?” I smirk. “I can juggle.” Her eyes widen. “No way.” “Way.” “That is an objectively amazing skill.” She tilts her head. “Can you do it with knives?” I chuckle. “You sound way too excited about that.” “Can you, though?”

They all cheered but he was silent. "The third question, Do you have a boyfriend?" I wonder why she'll ask such a question. " No!" I muttered blatantly making sure he also heard. " Fourth question..." him again? " Sir, you can't ask more than…" he shot him a deadly glare, and everywhere went quiet. " Describe your ideal type?" He's asking such an absurd question. Aren't the question supposed to be work-related why personal life's now? I'll tell him what he wants to hear.

“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..