Random Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

“Of course, you have to answer my question to you. So, what's your answer? The light is on or off?” “All right, on?” then suddenly they shouted. “Ssh, be quiet. Next question ma'am, chocolate or sex? ” “Huh? Wait, choco-” he didn't let me finish speaking, and he immediately changed the question. “Next question, Hotel or motel?” Whatever he asks me, i always feel like i'm on a hot seat. “Hotel?” then they shouted again. “Is it exciting, ma’am? This is the next question. Is he muscular or handsome?”

After a while I broke the silence. "Tell me more about you Eryn. I want to know everything there is to know. What's your favorite thing to do? What's your favorite color? Oh what's your middle name? Do you even have one?" All these questions were coming to mind and firing in succession in my excitement, forgetting to leave him time to answer.

Kaizer replied back. “We’re curious about each other. Why don’t we play 21 Questions?” Alicia suggested. “21 Questions? What is that?” “You don’t know that?” “Nope.” Does he live under a rock? “We’ll just exchange questions. I’ll ask you a question, then you will answer it, and vice versa. Let’s just keep exchanging questions until we’ve asked twenty-one. Random questions,” Alicia explained. “That easy?” Alicia nodded. “Who is going to ask first?” Kaizer asked.

He screams through tears. I roll my eyes and kick his leg. “I didn’t ask for your backstory, moron.” Sometimes I wonder why people are so damn adamant to talk to me. The questions, of the questions; they never stop. Who are you? How did you get inside my house? Why are you doing this? Where are you taking me? Why are we going to the basement? What are you going to do with that spoon? Shit, they’re so predictable.

she groaned in frustration "You see why I say you are no fun? Can't you just stop with your life for a second and just have fun? Being too serious all the time is really no fun" "What game do you want to play?" She asked me casually not minding giving me a benefit of doubt for the moment. "I ask you twenty questions and you do the same got it?" "So it's a question and answer stuff?" She looked at me like I was crazy "Yes. So I start" "So your favorite color?" Great! Of all things to think of asking, she decided to ask about colors which to me sounded weird. "Blue" "Why Blue though" she asked staring at me with curiosity; this was the first time I would be seen her curious about a thing.

After a while, I got bored so tilting my head, I check if he’s awake. “Need something love?”, he asks. Blushing I nod my head; “I know we’re mates and everything but I was wondering if we could get to know each other more.”, I tell him. “I don’t mind. How about we play twenty questions?”, he asks. Nodding, we sit up; once we’re comfortable. He starts first. “So what’s your favorite color?”

“Lay it on me.” “Lay what on you?” I asked, as he washed the broccolini in the sink. “Your first question.” “Oh, right,” I said, smiling coquettishly, as I thought of what to ask. “What’s your favorite color?” “Really?” Cal groaned, clearly dissatisfied. “Come on, I want a real question.” “We have to start with the basics,” I argued playfully. “If someone asks me what your favorite color is, I’m going to look like a complete buffoon if I don’t get it right.”

I asked, I knew my tone berated with annoyance, which was against my earlier plan, and I inhale in gently, almost unnoticed by the other occupant, "There is no list and you are not a conquest."/Damien said, "Oh! So if I am not a conquest, what am I?" I asked, "Your question turn has passed, it's my turn to ask now," He said, Right! I nodded, "What are your kinks?" "Huh?" "What are your kinks, what are your trigger points? Those are the kind of questions you ask in truth or date, why the fuck are you asking me questions as if I am in kindergarten?" He derided,

I read through some and then I shook my head and dropped it as I got to my feet, placing my hands over my head. “This is ridiculous,” I said. He looked up. “What is ridiculous?” “These questions. One of them is asking whether I’ve had an abortion. What kind of stupid question is that?” “Like I said,” he reiterated, “these are possible questions… questions to get you off guard, to get you angry, mad, to make sure that you are put off your game.” “Well, I’m surely put off my game by these questions,” I said. “What do you want me to say in court when they ask me all these questions?”

"What do you want to know?" I glanced at her. "Okay, let me think of a question." I was having a difficult time coming up with a line of questioning that would lead to the one topic I wanted to know about without being too obvious. After about 10 minutes of silence, I was about to ask my question when she beat me to it. "I have an idea. How about we play 20 questions?" I smiled at her. "That is a wonderful idea, love. Do you want to go first?"