Confusing Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

It was almost as close to a Do or Die. "Sorry to ask but do you still care about them?" Stephen asked with his brows furrowed at me in confusion. I was taken aback by his sudden question, asides the fact that Stephen just apologized which was totally so unusual, his question felt a bit tricky to be honest. It felt like he was trying to test my emotions and Stephen was so smart, he had a way of fetching the truth out of someone in the most stylish way ever.

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.

“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.

I paused. "You cannot ask any question linked to the previous one...each and every question should be unique...." I said. "Fine" he said. "No uncomfortable question...i will have the choice to abort the question..." I said. "No...its not fair...and there is no such things like uncomfortable between couples..." He said. "But.." i started. "No if and buts...i will not ask you any uncomfortable question...okay?" He said. "Okay. My first question is your happiest moment?" i said.

I asked, surprised that he didn't say yes immediately. "I do, but it's complicated. I like you a lot, but I can't shake this feeling of paranoia. If the roles were reversed, I wouldn't have the courage to ask for a date. I'm torn between my desire to say yes and my confusion about why you asked. It's perplexing," he admitted, showing a blend of conflicting emotions - desire, confusion, and apprehension.

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.

“What should I change in me that makes me feel likable?” The question caught me off guard, and so is her tone. She sounds pissed? Confused? And her voice is quite loud, it’s almost a shout. I don’t know my next line of thought. Whispering, I lean my body to Georgia when she turns to her trolley. “Hey, why are you asking these weird questions?’

I asked her. "Too many questions at a time, which do I take first?" She asked me. "You can pick them one after the other, I can also repeat the ones you don't remember", I said to her.

So was I after the mother or one of the daughters? I should have asked for ages. That might have lowered the suspect pool. Also, she had said daughters, plural. How many were there? There was a fine line between questions and interrogations. I couldn’t ask too many questions at once for fear she’d grow suspicious and stop talking to me. But I wanted all the answers now. I knew I was going to have to have patience that I wasn’t feeling at the motherent.