Silly Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

He sighed again as he tutted, “I do not see what you are trying to accomplish.” I threw my hands up in defeat, “Okay, another question. What is my favorite color?” Ford looked baflwed, “what is this nonsense?” “Who am I closer to? My dad or my mom?” He didn’t answer, so I fired another round of questions, “what are my grandparents called? Which one is my favourite? Who is my best friend? What food do I hate? What food is my favorite? Oh… Last one… What have I been doing for the last couple of weeks to help this pack?”

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,

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.

Sara tried to ask, “hmm, I was just wondering, did he ask anything else about me?“ each word pressed so hard that it sounded like she wanted to say something, but wasn't coming out of her mouth. Neha pretending, “Who?” Sara rolls her eyes, “Oh, I see. Why are you asking about him? When you see him, you act strangely, but now you want to know that if he asked about you or not? Why do you act so weird in front of him? Do you like him or you hate him? Just tell me what you think about him?” She was asking so many questions that Sara didn't know what to answer.

"I'm not going to tell you!" "Aw, come on!" Sally begged. "Does he have a big cock?" "Sally!" "Please, I'll stop asking questions." she said, "Just give me some juicy tidbits." "Will you stop asking if I tell you a just few things?" "Yesyesyesyesyes!" Sally shouted repeatedly.

"So what? Tell them I was slaughtering a chicken for the party and see who questions it" *******************************************

“How about we play a game? Something lighthearted. 20 Questions?” He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “20 Questions? What, like, we take turns asking random questions?” “Exactly,” I said, feeling my pulse quicken. “We ask anything—no filters, no restrictions. And you have to answer honestly. It’ll be fun.” He chuckled. “Alright, love, you’re on. You can go first.” I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the onslaught of questions that was about to come. “Alright, here’s an easy one. What’s your favorite food?”

“That is the beginning.” Imani writes in her notebook. “What if she says fine?” she says. “Ask her again in a different way,” I say. “People say fine because it is efficient. It is the answer that closes the conversation. Ask a question that cannot be closed with fines.” “Like what?” she says. “Like what did you want to be before everything else happened?” I say. “Like, what is the thing you do that makes you forget what time it is. Like, what would you change if you knew it would work?” I pause. “Questions that require an actual answer.”

What if this date was a total failure and it only made her want to leave more? "Well, since this is a date, I guess we should get to know each other better. Let's do twenty questions. We have to answer them too." She pointed her finger at me with a giggle. I wondered if this was just normal Kiera or her slightly intoxicated self. "Okay, I'm game. What is the most fun thing you ever did?" I asked.

Ah, I will call Annie. Start dialing Annie's number. Ring. Ring. "Hello, what's up,?" Annie from the other line. "Hi, Annie. Are you busy? Can I ask you a question?," I said, quite hesitant. "Yeah, I'm free now. What is it?" she replied. "Please don't laugh at me and please don't ask me any question. I just need your answer. Okay?" I requested. "Yeah, sure. Okay. What is it?" Annie sounding puzzled.