Random Questions To Ask Funny Novels & Stories

Ah, I will call Annie. Start dialing Annie's number. Ring. Ring. "Hello, what's up,?" Annie from the other line. "Hi, Annie. Are you busy? Can I ask you a question?," I said, quite hesitant. "Yeah, I'm free now. What is it?" she replied. "Please don't laugh at me and please don't ask me any question. I just need your answer. Okay?" I requested. "Yeah, sure. Okay. What is it?" Annie sounding puzzled.

I laughed. "But the good kind of weird, right?" he grinned. "Is there even a good kind?" I asked back. "Well, now you've stumbled on one," he said, raising his chin. What a smartass. "You can stop standing there now, just take a seat," I said and he graciously sat himself down. "So how old are you?" "Is that even an appropriate question to ask a lady?" I joked. "Well, you know girl's these days lie a lot about their age, and you look like...what? 17?"

he asked the way he spoke gave out the red flag, that he was a mother fucking British man, I simply smiled when he asked that and he raised an eyebrow "Are you married?" he asked again the question somehow looked twisted, I didn't know the right answer to give, "What if he asks me about my husband's name?" I asked myself. He looked like someone who was anxious to know everything about me "no, I'm single" I replied "Alright then, I'm just going to ask some other questions aside from the ones you might be thinking in your head and if you pass them, you get the job," he said I swallowed my saliva and kept my smile, I didn't even know where this was going to lead me. He did ask me some odd quest

"Shouldn't you go first?" "No, I don't know about the game and you brought it up so you go first." I laughed. "Okay, what's your favorite color?" He said with a smile. "I really don't have a favorite color so I don't know. Oh wait, I think it's black or any dark color." I nodded. "That's good. Now, you ask me any question." "So, you mean I can ask you anything?" "Yes, you can." "Okay. How many girlfriends have you had?" I asked, feeling nervous on having to ask.

His eyes light up. “Does this ‘no harm in asking’ rule only apply to flirting or can it apply to other questions too?” He asks. I shrug. “I don’t know. I just don’t answer questions I don’t want to answer.” I conclude. “Perfect, In that case, what is your favourite colour?” He asks politely. “Huh?” I respond dumbly. “Your favourite colour. What is it?” He repeats. “Purple?” I respond. He nods seriously. “A good choice. I like green"

He asks, looking back away toward where the maid had disappeared. “I was just wondering,” I begin, not really sure if there was an appropriate way to ask the question or if I should just come out and say it, “, why are some people so weird around you and others aren’t?” The question seemed to take him by surprise as his ears lift slightly and pull back. I didn’t even know he could do that. Then he smiles warmly,

, he surprisingly says waiting for me to start. “What’s your favourite color?”, I ask. I had this strange habit of making it my first question. Most people said it was a little childish but as always, I never minded. “Black”, he lets out and I scoff. “Really? Why would you pick black of all colors?”, I ask. “Your time is up. It’s mine”, he says. “Okay, ask”, I say which renders me speechless. I take some roasted fish, crunching loudly.

He opened the door, waiting for me to go first. Getting into the car, he turned to look at me. “Do you have another ridiculous question for me hidden in your pockets?” I may be wrong but somehow, he looked eager to know. I had so many questions but I figured I'd be pushing my luck if I asked them so I decided to play it safe yet again by asking another simple question. Okay, not just simple, but ridiculous as well. But in my defense, I really wanted to know. “What's your favorite color?”

“Don’t you mean fangtastic?” “I most assuredly do not.” His face was now stern. I rolled my eyes. “OK, got it. Dick jokes are OK but vampire jokes are not. Touchy much?” His mouth was drawn in a thin line “Funny jokes are acceptable. Others should be met with the derision they deserve.” There was a pregnant pause and all silly jokes and puns rushed out of my head, so I settled for rolling my eyes at him as I jumped off the bar stool instead. “Do you have anyone you need to let know you’ll be away?” he asked

“Your turn to ask a question.” He smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Alright. What’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever done?” “Oh God,” Sophia groaned, covering her face with her hand. “This is going to be embarrassing.” “That’s the point,” Jenny said with a mischievous grin. Jacob raised an eyebrow at me. “Come on, brother. Spill it.” I shrugged. “I’ve lived a long time. Hard to pick just one thing.” “Oh, come on,” Sophia said, nudging me. “There has to be something.”