Confusing Questions Novels & Stories

"See? You're doing it again. Being vague. Making me feel crazy for asking questions." "I'm not trying to make you feel crazy—" "Then answer me. One question. Just one. And be honest." He studied my face. "Okay. One question." "Is Daemon actually dangerous? Or are you just jealous?" His jaw tightened. "Both." "That's not a real answer."

he asked me, looking as confused as I was. “The letter “A” is missing in that word. Where is the “A”?” I asked no one in particular, looking at them all as if they had the answer to the question. They were looking back at me strangely too, wondering if something in this room had driven me mad or something.

But I got disappointed when he asked me something that is far from what I expected it to be. “Are you done with the check-up?” "W-what?" I scowled. That was not what I wanted to hear. "'Aren't you supposed to ask me about stealing is a sin? Especially if it is a kiss from someone who is innocently in a slumber?" I blurted out. His eyebrows furrowed even more. He seems puzzled. "What are you talking about?" he spat, confusion is evident in his voice. What the heck is happening? Am I just creating scenarios in my head?

It feels less than a laugh and more like a biting rejection of the absurdity of his words. “All my life, I have been asking questions…that you just said were the wrong ones by the way. How the hell am I supposed to know the right questions to ask in the first place?” "You have been asking who abandoned you," his voice is calm and patient, a sharp contrast to mine and that only makes me angrier. "And that's supposed to be wrong? What the hell are you even on about?" “They're not wrong questions, they just don't matter and they will not get you the answers you're desperately craving for."

Several more conversations followed a similar pattern as Leo continued asking oddly specific questions that seemed unrelated to whatever topic we were supposedly discussing, while repeatedly steering conversations toward observations, personal habits, leadership struggles, and moments that felt random enough to make me question whether he was suffering from some delayed playoff-induced mental breakdown. During one particularly bizarre exchange after practice, he casually asked whether I believed people revealed their real personalities when nobody was watching. The question arrived without context. Without warning. Without reason. I stared at him. “What kind of question is that?” He shrugged

“I mean, your boss or Calvin or the other dude, can't remember his name.” Emily's forehead creased in confusion, there was no way Alicia was asking her that, at least not the Alicia she knew. “Why are you suddenly asking me these questions?” The discombobulation was evident in her tone, and she did not try to hide it. “If you are trying to get to something, then just say it and stop beating around the bush please.” Silence stepped in. Slowly, it became palpable, like it was yelling all the words they were not saying.

“ If he is doing something like that, then I am afraid that he is confused between you and his past. As you told me that he is your mate, he is destined to be with you, surely he would feel heavily attracted to you no matter what, but then again he seemed to have not given up on his past which is why his actions are sometimes confusing.” When he raised his head, his gaze met with Levy’s confused one, he smiled and added swiftly, “ Sometimes people are like that, they don’t know what they want, and they often confuse themselves by their constant ifs and buts that go in their heads only to lose what matters the most in the end.”

He probably had a hundred things he had to worry about so why was he caring about some nightmare I had? He noticed that I'd stopped so he stopped too and turned to give me a puzzled glance. "I'm sorry, I know you're probably just being nice and everything but do you mind not asking questions like that because it's confusing me to hell." I told him sheepishly and gave an apologetic smile. "What do you mean?" "Well… with the way you seem to ask these questions you're either an emotional psychiatrist or for some reason you've decided to get involved with my wellbeing and frankly it's confusing me a lot because I don't know why."

She yearns to grasp the truth, to understand the hidden agendas at play, but the puzzle remains unsolved. In this state of confusion, Nora experiences a profound sense of isolation and uncertainty. She feels as if she is being manipulated, a pawn in a game she cannot fully comprehend. The conflicting messages and opposing decisions from David and Miranda cast a shadow of doubt over her choices, leaving her second-guessing her own convictions.

Something that confuses the fuck out of me. “Do you?” “I- I don't know, that's why I asked.” “You know.” I can't say more than two words without slurring and there's so much I want to say. “I don't know, if I did I wouldn't be asking you these questions.” She retorts with a frown. “Okay,” I grunt, hefting a slipping Katrina back up. “Okay? That's all you're gonna say?” “No.” “No?” “Yes.” “Say something that's not confusing!” She screams in frustration meanwhile I'm at my breaking point.