Confusing Questions Novels & Stories

His tone stayed calm, but there was a trace of confusion — and irritation. “You only get three questions. Are you sure you want to waste one on something so trivial?” Trivial? Hardly. This was very important. “I’m sure,” I said. He hesitated, then answered, “…Twenty-four.” I frowned back. “That’s not specific enough. Twenty-four what—centimeters or millimeters?” The silence was immediate and painful. “Twenty-four years—wait—” Luther suddenly caught on. “What exactly are you asking?” I gave a low whistle, blinking innocently. “Just clarifying the units. What’s wrong with that?”

More confident. “20 Questions,” she said, leaning back casually. I blinked, caught off guard, and she bit her lips, disappointed. “I know it’s high-school coded, but I thought it’d be fun.” She explained. She had misunderstood my silence. “I don’t think it is high school coded.” I quietly said. “If anything, it’s a great icebreaker.” Her eyes lit up. “You’re starting?” “Of course,” she said, tilting her head. “It’s my first question. You’re on the hook.”

I rack my brain trying to figure out who I was referring to. " What's wrong? Are you still confused? Or are you even more confused?" " Would it be weird if I said both?" " * Giggle* Well you wouldn't be the first!" " After hearing from you, I'm confused about things I shouldn't be." I frowned, now knowing it was a mistake to have asked her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ (Song: The Willow Maid By Erutan) ------------------------------------------------------------------------

He was confused, puzzled by what was going on. The man nodded. “That’s right. Did you mishear something? Maybe the server gave you some bad info.”

His gaze lingers on me, awaiting my response, and I find myself grappling with a storm of conflicting emotions and unanswered questions. “How about you?” I am still reeling from the whirlwind of events that have unfolded, unsure of my own heart and the path that lies ahead. My confusion is palpable, a tangled web of uncertainty that clouds my thoughts and hampers my ability to form a coherent response. The pressure mounts as my father looks to me for an answer, his expectant gaze adding to the weight of the moment.

He asked calmly "I am returning the clothes of course" "And why are you returning it, you don't like them anymore" "No, no, of course, they are beautiful, I love them" "So why are you returning it" "Because they aren't mine" "Who says they are not?" He asked "Huhgh," I asked confused. "What makes you think they are not yours?" He asked again. How he was asking the questions like a shrink was starting to make me feel like an idiot.

“They are… unconventional. But they are the most important part of this interview.” He paused, his dark eyes locking onto mine, holding me captive. “Let’s begin with Rule Number One: The CEO’s questions are not optional.” He let that sink in for a moment before he asked his first question. “Are you wearing panties right now?” The world seemed to tilt on its axis. The air left my lungs in a silent rush. I stared at him, my mind scrambling, searching for a response. The question was so outrageously, stunningly inappropriate that I was sure I had misheard.

Even the changelings gave off a sinister aura and no matter how strongly I felt for David; I still got the sense of danger from him that every creature would get from a vampire regardless of their strength. All that I could think of were questions for these strange people. There was just something odd about the whole situation. Their faces never changed from the warm, welcoming expressions that I had seen on them when I first saw them. Who could have told them that I was in trouble? Unless they were close by the day of the attack, which would explain a lot but then leave me asking more questions like: If they were close by the day of the attack why didn’t they help me then? My head started p

Enough! I'm just confused. I hope I ain't doing all these my research for nothing! “what kind of question is that?” kelvin's annoying voice broke through my thoughts. “Why did you suddenly ask me that?” “Well, I um…” I didn’t know if I should be really telling him this… but… I’m just so confused. “I think I met someone… with that name.” “whaaat” He turned around at once. “Where? who? When? Who!!?”

Speechless. And more confused than ever.