Confusing Questions Novels & Stories

But all I could do was stare back at her in confusion. “W-what do you mean by teach me? Can it even be taught?” I asked, my voice curiously. Clara’s smirk only deepened at my words. A low, amused chuckle slipped past her lips, and before I could even react, she suddenly moved closer, just inches from my face, her voice almost excited as she explained.

My words sent confusion straight through him as I awaited his response knowing fully well that he had not even the slightest clue as to what would follow after my question. I stared at him with a menacing gaze making the confusion he felt even more heightened as I engaged him in a different conversation. "What makes you think I would want to tell you anything about myself just so you know, if this is another plot to get me to talk then you are just delaying the inevitable." He tried to wipe the confused look off his expression in an attempt to look confident in his decision but he could not shrug off the fact that I was heading somewhere with my persistent questioning. "Then you would not mi

Confusion etched across her features, Luna questioned, "Why aren't you coming?" Susan's gaze bore into Luna's, her eyes filled with uncertainty and concern. She hesitated for a moment before finally voicing her thoughts, "Are you truly Luna?" Luna's heart skipped a beat, taken aback by Susan's unexpected question as she isn't sure what exactly Susan is asking as the question itself is full of confusion and twisted, finding the suitable answer Luna was calm as short of words.

Either way, I was left with no other choice but to play along. Tapping my foot, I silently juggled all the questions I could ask them. Could it be as simple as asking which door was safe? No, that wouldn’t work. Emmett, God of Truth, would point to one door whilst Kobah, God of Lies, would point to another. Seeing as I only had one question each, I couldn’t squander them trying to figure out which God was which. But, wait. An idea popped into my head. I quickly did the mental math and swallowed, stifling a squeal. This could work…

“I mean, you brought her back to me…” He must have seen the confusion in my eyes. “Oh… I understand how confusing that must be for you. It’s true what they say—a small world indeed.” “This is madness,” I replied, shaking my head. “Oh, it’s fun when you do it yourself! It’s fun when you steal what is mine! But it’s madness when I do it? Madness!!!” “Lucas, just listen to me. You’re not hearing me. I just have three questions. I need you to answer them, and then we can move on.”

The question lingered in my mind, casting a web of speculation and uncertainty. But I believe this confusion is intentional, a necessary puzzle to unravel his true message. Just as the murmur of questions began to rise, the mouthpiece fell silent, his eyes scanning the expectant faces before him. We all held our breath, anticipating the next revelation that might bring clarity or further deepen the mystery.

Iris’s POV “Who are you trying to escape from?” Luca wasn’t making this any easier for me, as he kept responding to my questions with questions of his own. Why couldn’t he just respond with a simple yes or no? “Look,” I whispered, “it’s a bit complicated—“ “What exactly is your deal, Iris?” Luca suddenly asked, causing me to forget my escape plan for a moment. “What?” “Why do you confuse me?” He continued, watching me very carefully. “You look at me with those eyes of yours, confusing me each time I look at you. You give me a lot of mixed signals, it’s draining—“

“Why are you acting this way?” he asked carefully. “Be free with me, ma’ams. You’re my relative... right?” “Yes, sir,” I said quickly. “No, sir,” Gloria cut in at the same time. The man looked at both of us, visibly confused. Realizing the mismatch that we’d given conflicting answers, I quickly echoed her, “No, sir,” But then Gloria reversed course and echoed mine, “Yes, sir,” almost at the same time. We both turned to look at each other, thrown off. Confused. I'm a little embarrassed. Then glanced back at the man, whose expression said it all:

I asked but once again, he just shrugged in answer. “Talk to me, Jasper.” “I don't know, I am not sure anymore. Now that you remind me, yes, it was clear but then, earlier…maybe it wasn't so clear in my head.” “Okay, I see. What are you supposed to do when something is not clear? What are you supposed to do when you have doubts? What are you supposed to do when you feel confused or if something disturbs you? What are you supposed to do when you don't feel well or when something is going wrong, Jasper? What options do you have when you are in one of these situations? What have I taught you, Jasper?”

The path curved through undergrowth and ended where the soil was disturbed. When I finish, I’m annoyed. “Is there a point to these questions? Some of them don’t even make sense.” He waves his hand dismissively. “It’s an old interrogation tactic. Some of the questions are meant to distract you while the others break the rhythm. It helps me see if there’s anything you’re skipping.” I fold my arms. “And? Did you catch me in a lie?” “No,” he says, leaning back on his stool. His voice is flat, but not unkind. “If it’s any consolation, I think I know all I need to know. Which isn’t much. What you found doesn’t match anything in my records.”