Confusing Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

He screams through tears. I roll my eyes and kick his leg. “I didn’t ask for your backstory, moron.” Sometimes I wonder why people are so damn adamant to talk to me. The questions, of the questions; they never stop. Who are you? How did you get inside my house? Why are you doing this? Where are you taking me? Why are we going to the basement? What are you going to do with that spoon? Shit, they’re so predictable.

Too many ways it could go wrong. "Why are you doing this?" I asked. "What's in it for you?"

I wasn’t in for her talks and problems. “Did he tell you what is in the package?” She asked. I was confused, unsure of what she was driving at. He asked me to bring a package, there was no way he was going to tell me what was inside. I knew the question was a tricky one and giving either question would get her to talk, and that was exactly what she wanted. She always does this, asking questions and putting one in a situation where they don’t have anywhere to turn to, it is either they speak or speak.

“Did you feel a strange connection with someone? Or are you asking because you are bothered about not having a mate yet?” “I’m uncertain what to choose but I would still choose a ‘no’ to both of your questions. Just tell me what you know about it and that's all.” She seems reluctant. And I have no idea why she is. “You know, it feels kind of strange to me,” she tells me. “Well, are you saying or not?” “Depends on what exactly you want to know,” I decide to think it through first because I am looking for the best way to ask her questions without making her know I’ve got a lot to say regarding my personal life

I settled onto the couch carefully while Williams immediately curled beside me comfortably. Then naturally— Like always— He started talking nonstop. “Mommy?” “Hm?” “Can I ask something?” I looked down at him suspiciously. “That sentence already sounds dangerous.” He giggled softly. “Do adults get confused?” I blinked. “Yes.” “All the time?” “Yes.” He frowned thoughtfully. “That sounds stressful.” I laughed quietly. “It is.” He remained silent briefly before looking up at me again. “Are you confused now?” The question caught me off guard immediately.

"The mystery guy from the app? What did he do now?" "We started a game. Ten questions each to see if we're compatible." "Interesting. And what kind of question did he ask?" "Music and coffee. Specifically which song represents a perfect cup of coffee on a rainy morning." Gwen frowned. "That's… specific. And weird." "I thought it was smart. It's different from the usual predictable questions." "Or it's the kind of question someone asks when they're trying to sound more interesting than they actually are." "Gwen, you're too skeptical."

“What's up? Can I help you with anything?” “Yes, actually,” I told her, “I've got a question, if you don't mind.” I hesitated, chewing on my bottom lip as I tried to find a way to phrase my question without sounding too inquisitive or adamant. I did not want my reputation to be the annoying, new doctor who asks too many questions and thinks that the world revolves around her. For all I knew, these people were simply curious about me since I was a newcomer, and they did not mean to give me weird looks.

He then made me straddle his lap and gave me his serious face and at this moment I felt embarrassed and ashamed, not because of my sitting position but because now I feel insecure. “You are so fucking weird, this is the second time this happened already and you make me confused as hell? You don’t ask the right questions or at least the ones people in your position should ask. Just like now, you are asking me about what is intriguing about you and not why you see me everywhere. You don’t look stupid, Jemma, but you act like one sometimes, which confuses the hell out of me.” The man said, looking at me, and I just shrugged, then looked away. In all honesty, I’m as confused as him; I don’t have

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?

“I should be asking you if there is a problem because this is the fifth time you are passing by. You keep turning in circles, you are obviously lost in worry, “ he pointed out and I immediately felt embarrassed, I hadn't even realized what I was doing. “What is troubling you uncle? Is it your wife? Did you fight with her?” he asked cutely and I shrugged wondering what a boy his age knew to boldly ask such a question. “I am not yet married, “ I replied. “Then is it about your fiance?” “I don't have a fiance yet.” “Is it your girlfriend?” “No, I don't have a girlfriend,” I almost yelled at him, irritated by his unending questions. “Then is it about a woman you like?” He threw another question