Random Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

he stutters, clearly thrown off by my answer. “It’s okay, most people don’t know how to respond. So, what kind of hobbies do you have?” I ask, expecting a long list of boating, mountain climbing, rafting, ect. Instead, I’m hit with a whole lot of silence. “Do you have any?” I chuckle. “I don’t think it should be this difficult to come up with something.” “How about you go first? What do you like to do?” he replies, daring me to do better.

If I decided to ask those questions. Probably not.

“Maybe we should just talk about random things until you fall asleep. Sounds good?” “Okay.” I nodded. “But… I don’t really know what to ask.” “Hmm,” he murmured, then asked. “What was your childhood like?” The question stole my breath for a second and I swallowed hard, staring at the faint outline of his collarbone in the moonlight.

Minghao gaped as soon as he heard him. ‘I’m a man to her?’ Minghao asked this repeatedly in himself. There are seven reasons why people ask questions. First, they just wanted to know the answer. Second, they are testing the person they are asking. Third, they accused the person. Fourth, to impose a delay. Fifth, to express disagreement. Sixth, to exert power. And seventh, to make a statement. But when Eugene asked him the question, Minghao wasn’t sure about his intention for asking; it was as if he’s asking for Minghao to know the answer that he, himself, isn’t aware of.

“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..

questions Lark. For that I have no answer.

She came closer and asked, "What other drinks do you particularly like?" When i was about to answer her, Kim sat between us and asked Celine, "When are you going to stop asking questions like the paparazzi?" "I just asked. Is it wrong to know someone's preferences." "Oh really? Why do you want her preferences then? What are you going to do with that information anyways?" "I could use this in my restaurant..."

I said before laughing. “We’ll be playing a Question Game since you’re practically a stranger to me. Let’s play ‘Get-to-Know-You.’ We either use cards or ask random questions. And since I changed the champagne rule because of me, and I won, I’ll let you choose—cards or random questions?” I said, giggling. “Random questions,” Bryan said. “I’ll ask you first then. What’s your full name?” I asked. “Bryan Montgomery Blackwood,” Bryan replied.

Yanna I wait for a minute or two before I broke the silence between us. “why don’t we play 21 questions?” He turns to me looking confused. “What’s that?...” “It’s a game where we ask each other 21 questions and we have to answer truthfully.” I smile softly as he nods. “Okay, let’s do that….” He says and guides me to seat at the edge of our bed. “So….what is your favorite colour?” I 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"