Confusing Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

, I asked ignoring his grunt. "What?", he asked still pretty much confused in the situation. "Is Amber having sex with anyone?", I asked again. "You came to my house in the middle of the night to ask me if Amber is having sex with -Lexy are you crazy? Jesus I know you are but Like this?", he seemed upset "Answer the damn question", I said not smiling. "How am I supposed to know if Amber is having sex with someone? how? and why are you asking me? why don't you ask him?".

That's why I also do not know the answer. "Snapback, Gwyn! Is he?" Zaina asked. "Uh ... huh ..." I did not know the answer. "Stop that, you seem nervous to answer." Kez said laughing. "Yes no? I don't really know, sorry." I'm sorry. They frowned at me. Curious. Confused. Going crazy. "What? How come no? I don't get you." Zaina asked confused. "It’s because..." "What?" They asked the same question. They were not acting short tempered.

I tried convincing myself. "Pretty……." He rounded out. I disgustingly glared at him. He gave me a **what's wrong ** kind of look. "Hey, what's it…..?" He confusedly asked me. "What…..?" I countered back. "You don't answer questions with a question," he muttered.

“ What are thinking about? “ Nik asked. “ Huh?” I asked, momentarily confused before laughing nervously and shaking my head. “ Nothing. “

I asked with a very calm and persuasive voice, like I was talking to an angry toddler. Slowly, he looked up from the papers again and arched an eyebrow at me, a questioning look in his bored eyes. “Why are you suddenly asking me that? Why do you want to know?” He asked. Ugh! I exclaimed inwardly, this is what I had wanted to avoid, a question for a question, Ares was so tiring. “Well, you know…” I didn’t know what to say, but I had to get some information from him, it was a necessity. “Oh common just tell me, are you guys friends?”

“Number three, don’t run away from the hard questions. The prying questions that are absolutely none of their business? Those are the ones that will make the people go feral. And those should he your focus.” “I thought you said I could pick and choose.” Victoria interjected. Derek glared at her like she had personally offended him. “You only get to do that with the trivial questions!” Victoria nodded, which made the lady doing her makeup hiss aggressively. “Don’t move!” Derek continued. “Number four and the last. Keep your answers as ambiguous as possible. When they ask you a question, your answer should also be a question too. Got it?” “Yes.” Derek shook his head. “Horrible. I literally jus

I sigh his name. "Hm?" "Can I ask you a question?" "Depends." "On what?" I ask. "On the question," he apathetically shrugs. "How can I know if I can ask you what I want to ask you?" "Is the question appropriate?" "I don't know and I can't know until I ask you." "Just ask," he sighs irritated. "Have you ever been close to that doctor? Anastasia?" I shoot my question and immediately regret it as he squeezes the steering wheel again.

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

“Do you think it involves killing people?” “I know that you are capable of doing such.” Wait a minute? Am I flirting with this man? I ask myself such a question because our conversation seems to be undergoing a back-and-forth. And that majorly occurs with people that are trying to gauge whether to spend the night together or not. Such also happens between a buyer and a seller. Well… You get my point. But. Why does it feel fucking good to ask him these questions? It is starting to feel like I genuinely want to know more about him.

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.