Confusing Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

He asked showing off his beautiful smile. I coughed in embarrassment and that made him laugh. What the hell is he saying?? "No...." I muttered and continued eating my food. "If you say so." "Don't you have other questions for me?" He suddenly asked. I looked up to face him in confusion. "Questions like what?" I asked back. "Uhmm.. my hobbies, things I like and don't stuffs like that." He said. "I don't." I answered. "Why not?" He asked again.

He asked. “Well,” I said. “It's not about whether or not you ask questions as much as how polite you are when asking them. Getting too personal with someone you don’t know is a recipe for foul things to come. Ask her about her favorite color, what kind of music or food she likes, and if she chooses to share something that's one thing. However, don't pry. If she shows you something she can do, you can ask, but I don't want you boys bombarding her about all of the things you wonder if she can do because I don't even think she has all the answers and it’s rude." I told them.

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.

"The one from the family acquaintance." Another pause. Longer this time. "What about it?" "Claire, I'm going to ask you something, and I need you to hear it as a question, not a challenge. Is that possible?" "I'm listening." "Has anyone actually confirmed that quote? Has anyone gone back to the source and asked whether they were accurately represented? Whether they knew what the article was going to say, or how the quote would be used?" The silence on the line was different now. It had weight. It had the particular density of a question that had landed somewhere sensitive.

“Let’s go.” I’m already turning around, walking to the entrance as I notice that he isn’t following me. Walking back, I tilt my head a him. “Aren’t you coming?” “Why? Don’t you like it?” he asks me, furrowing his brow. But why is he confused if he is the one asking strange questions? I should look at him like this. “Like what?” “The house?” he counters with another question, making me stare at him agape. But I really should be used to it by now.

His hands were smooth as if he never works. "So, what do you do?" That was the first question Harvey asked, and it sounded a little strange and quite somehow condescending to me. That was not the first question you ask when you go to a blind date. I haven’t gone to things like this before but I’m not that much of a stupid person. Clearly, asking that question wasn’t something you ask firsthand. "What do you mean?" I asked in utter confusion. "I mean; do you have a job or anything else that's keeping you busy?" Harvey asked rephrasing his question into a much clearer one. Though the way he talked was something to be watched out for, it was sketchy.

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."

"Miss Inette, do you have any hobbies?" "What books have you read lately?" "Miss Inette, do you know what kind of girl young master Ariol likes?" "Miss,..." It's so loud! Ahhh, can you only ask one question at a time? It's suffocating. I feel like I'm at a press conference and there seems to be a strange question mixed in... "Would you please excuse me?"

Was he that worried about me? Then again, I remember that they are all my mates and it's only normal if they worry like that. I can't believe I totally forgot I have my own problems. Should I ask how they found me in the first place? I am curious but I could be yelled at if I ask that question. “What do you want to do?“ Ulric suddenly asked me. What sort of question is that? What do I want to do like what? I don't understand. “I am confused. What are you asking me about?“ I asked him.

Chava asked, confused. "Actually, I..."