Random Questions To Ask Someone Novels & Stories

“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..

I said with a smile, and he chuckled in return. "She will be here very soon. Since you don't want to talk, why don't I start?" "Yeah. Go on" I answered him. "I just want to ask a few questions at the moment, and it's okay if you don't want to answer, I will totally understand." "I just hope it's not what I'm thinking, you want to ask," I said. My mind is telling me he wants to ask personal questions, maybe questions like how did I meet Emily? Or is our relationship really real?

there, as I am ready to start our private talk, I ask my first question, “What color do you like?” He takes a second to react to my abrupt question. He then answers, “Red.” “Oh!” as hard as I can, I slap on my firm ass with my palm, making a sharp and loud noise, “Like the pantie I’m wearing today. Sexy and passionate.” I said. My answer claims an odd look from him. I cover my mouth as I giggle shyly. Then, I ask my next question, “What coffee do you like?” Without pondering, he answers, “Ristretto.”

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?"

“You know that is not the answer you are supposed to give? Karen, you can talk to me about anything you know that right?” She hummed in response not saying anything. I thought of the best way to break the ice. “Random questions.” My wolf suggested. I snapped my finger in delight. “Okay, I think I know how we can get you in the mood. Let’s ask random questions while we share the whiskey.” Karen furrowed her brows. “How does that work?” “Just ask whatever comes to mind.” “Okay. So do you think you will ever be happy with Mark?” She asked.

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.

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?”

I say “I know” he says, “good, now, I wanted us to talk about a few things since the nature of our relationship has changed” I explain. “Ask away, I’ll answer all your questions”, I nod, “I won’t be the only one asking questions, it’ll go both ways. So this is your lucky chance to ask me about anything and I mean anything” “What’s your favorite color?” I ask, purposely starting with something easy, just to set the motion. He smiles, “I don’t really have a favorite color, but if I have to choose, I’ll choose the color blue”

I don’t want him to think I’m playing him. “Can I ask you a random question?” I say looking at Trevor. He smiles sitting across the table. “Sure.” He says looking at me closely. He has this look of excitement and expectation on his face. I smile nervously not sure I want to take the conversation there. I don’t know how he’s going to react. I can only imagine how mad he’ll be. “Why do you like coffee so much?”I say not asking him the right question. I don’t want to make the situation awkward. But I am curious to know if all boys think like Oliver. I know it’s not fair to make him the yard stick but I can’t help it.

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,