Random Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

Suddenly he got a message from an unknown person. "Can I ask you a question?" Hikari didn't know who is the person. But it seems like it is not a dangerous person. So Hikari just agreed with it and asks about what kind of question it is. The person starts asking Hikari about it. "So, if you agreed with it. I would like to ask you. What is the world? No, What is the World of dreams?"

“Got any siblings?” “Yeah, a younger one.” “Really?” Her face brightens up and she leans forward. “What is their name?” “His name is Kay. He should be around your age.” “Huh, how do you know my age?” She asks. “Hmm, how old are you?” “It is rude to ask people their age.” “No, it is not. It is only rude if that’s the first thing you ask but I am really curious here. How old are you?”

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?”

“What kind of game?” “Nothing crazy. Just twenty-four questions. I ask one. You answer. Then it’s your turn. Simple.” “And if I don’t want to answer?” Kai grinned, slow and full of mischief. “Then we have to share a room together.” I groaned. “Fine. You go first.” He turned toward me on the couch, his arm now resting lazily on the back behind me. “What’s your favorite color?” he asked, his voice soft but curious. I blinked at him. That was… unexpectedly gentle.

"Twenty Questions? What's that?" "It's a game where we each take turns asking each other a question, and we have to answer truthfully," I explained. "It's a fun way to get to know each other better." Margot hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Alright, I'm in," she said, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. I started with a light-hearted question to ease the tension. "What's your favorite thing to do in your free time?" A smile crept onto Margot's face as she replied, "I love spending time with my family and friends, especially my younger sister. We used to have so much fun together."

He answers, returning the quesions. "Mine is purple, but I also like blue." I answer, then I ask "What is your favorite dinner food?" We keep talking as we drive, our questions vary from trivial to personal. Some questions just get a basic answer like what is your favorite time of year? Others get a more detailed answer, like what is your biggest regret?

I paused. "You cannot ask any question linked to the previous one...each and every question should be unique...." I said. "Fine" he said. "No uncomfortable question...i will have the choice to abort the question..." I said. "No...its not fair...and there is no such things like uncomfortable between couples..." He said. "But.." i started. "No if and buts...i will not ask you any uncomfortable question...okay?" He said. "Okay. My first question is your happiest moment?" i said.

A pause again, it stays long enough for me to fear that we are going to go back to the awkward silence but Matt — thank god— speaks again. "Welp, how about we play 20 questions?" He asks. I raise an eyebrow "20 questions?" "Yeah" he says "I mean we are here to get to know each other right? What better way to do that?" I stare at him for a while. He starts looking unsure. "I mean if you don't want to that's fine we can do something else—" "I want to" I say, with the corner of my mouth tipped up. He smiles at me "great".

He laughed like a housewife sharing the most casual of gossip. "I, of course, just want to urge you to ask her the right questions. Nothing drastic, of course! Maybe ask, how did Gideon Powers suddenly end up dead after his clear life sentence? And how did Delta Natalia end up dead as well in quite a similar fashion? Oh, and do ask who was responsible for a certain cake shop fire that turned literally everyone and everything to ash."

I placed my hand under my chin and thought for a while. “Do you think I’m handsome?” She stared at me indifferently. “What kind of question is that? I thought we were getting to know each other.” “I know. But I’m just curious about whether you think I’m handsome or not,” I smiled. I actually have a lot of questions that I wanted to ask her— like her favorite TV show, song, and many more, but I feel like I’d get to know about those things in due time. The opportunity to ask this question and get an honest answer is very rare!