Random Questions To Ask Someone Novels & Stories

They all cheered but he was silent. "The third question, Do you have a boyfriend?" I wonder why she'll ask such a question. " No!" I muttered blatantly making sure he also heard. " Fourth question..." him again? " Sir, you can't ask more than…" he shot him a deadly glare, and everywhere went quiet. " Describe your ideal type?" He's asking such an absurd question. Aren't the question supposed to be work-related why personal life's now? I'll tell him what he wants to hear.

“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?”

“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.

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?

"Sebastian do you want to play twenty questions?" I asked as I went to sit next to him. "What is that?" He asked lowering the volume of the TV. "We just ask each other questions basically." I replied." "What type of questions?" I mentally did a face-palm. "Serious, random or even dirty." "Oh. Do I have to answer all the questions?" "No, not if you don't want to," I replied, he was always so secretive. "Okay sure."

“Why doesn’t anyone talk about you?” “Why did you leave the family?” “Where have you been all these years?” “Did you know our dad was a bad person?” “Did you ever try to help Mommy?” “Do you hate Grandpa?” “Are we going to see more of you now? “Do you live here?” “How long have you been dating Rohan?” “Do you love him?” “Did you know he loves you?” “Are you going to marry him?” “Are you going to have kids with him?”

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"

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!

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.

We have been waiting for about fifteen minutes now. I really want to have a decent conversation with him right now. But I really don’t know where to start. Should I ask for his family background? His likes? His dislikes? I don’t know. What if he thinks that I am interrogating him? Well, it might be true at some point but if I don’t, we’ll just be sitting here awkwardly and secretly wishing for a bus to come as fast as it could. I faked a cough to break the silence. “So, do you know someone from our neighborhood already?” I asked him.