Random Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

she says defensively but in a calm way. "Then you can ask her questions like, what her favorite food is. What's her hobby. What type of music she listens to... Those types of questions," says the old man. "That's how you'll get to know her." I feel like showering him with kisses right now. "You are making her uncomfortable," he adds in my defense. The beautiful, old lady rolls her eyes. "I didn't call her for dinner to know if she loves Kanye or Taylor Swift. That's none of my business... I want to know more about her and who she is and if she is the perfect fit for my son."

“I know this is a strange question, but I want to get to know you better, see what makes you tick, and discover what it is you want out of life.” “Okay, so ask away.” She grins. “Well, what do you want to do with your life?” She almost chokes on a mouthful of bread, then laughs. “Wow. Nothing like coming out with the big questions right away.” “I told you it was going to be a pointed question, but I genuinely want to know what it is you want to do?” “This isn't a trick question?”

“How about you tell me a few things? Like maybe how old you are, where you lived before we found you, or even about your hopes and dreams?” She sighed at my antics. “I’m old enough, and in case nobody ever told you, it’s impolite to ask a woman about her age. Also, to ask if she’s pregnant, even if it’s blatantly obvious, or to ask how many sexual partners she’s chosen to have. Everything else should be pretty much free game, but you might also not get the answers you’re hoping for. Especially from me.” Amy paused, and while her tone was completely sweet, I was once again feeling uncomfortable with not knowing how to properly do this friendship thing.

I asked him all of the sudden, breaking the silence between us. "Hmm? Aren't we too old for games?" He muttered in response. I rolled my eyes at him, "Didn't you want for us to get to know each other?" "Yeah. But what does that have to do with a game?" "Do you know the 'twenty-one questions' game?" I asked. He shook his head, looking so clueless, "What's that?" "Simple. We'll take turns in asking until we reach twenty-one questions," I said. "I'll start. What's your ideal type?"

"I have a game I want to play with you, it would let us get to learn a bit more about each other." "What is it?" "Any 5 questions, but we can change the number to keep it going for longer." "Okay, that sounds like fun, actually," I said, and finished my Big Red, before asking for another one, "You can go first." "Favorite music genre or band?" "You can't make me choose one when there are so many! How about top 3?" "Fine, but you have to listen to at least 3 of their songs to list them."

Then I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to focus on my work, checking my phone every fifteen minutes like an idiot. The reply came around five: [Brilliant idea. Ten questions is enough to learn the essentials without ruining the mystery. May I start?] "Of course. Go ahead." I braced myself for something basic. Age, job, whether I lived alone. The kind of thing every guy on dating apps wants to know right away. Instead, he sent: [If you had to pick a song to represent a perfect cup of coffee on a rainy London morning, what would it be? And why?]

“Always so cocky, huh?” “Like I will always say, it's called confidence,” Dominique smirks as he says. “Alright. Twenty Questions. Who asks and who answers?” “We'll take rounds. You'll ask, I'll answer. And then I'll ask, you'll answer. Honest answers only.” “Great. You go first.” I say, dropping the sucked lemon slice on the coaster as I take small sips from my drink through the little straw. “Give me a short bio about you.”

I continued trying to anticipate his question . “What do you like to do in your spare time?” Alex asked me after a while, he chose to ask a easy question like I did. “Well I love to travel… and to read..” I told him excited. My outburst made him smile. “What about you, what do you like to do” I quizzed him. He started laughing and I give him a question look before I figure out the answer on my own. I pouted my mouth disappointed and that made him laugh loudly.

“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?”

I'm waiting for the interview to start. "Okay. First, since you didn't give me your resume, I'm going to ask you some questions about your personal life. Is that okay?" he asks for my permission. I nod my head. "Yes, it's okay." "Good. What is your full name, your age, your birthdate, your zodiac sign, your hobbies, your favorite music, are you still single, and if so, how many exes do you have? What are your favorite foods and drinks? What is your goal in life? What do you hate in a person? What are your desires, and what are your past related jobs?" he asks, and I'm awed, forming an 'o' shape with my mouth.