Confusing Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

It felt as if more questions were on their way and I wasn’t certain that I would answer them all. “Do you love me, Kimberly?” He asked, staring at me in confusion. The question he asked me got me shocked as I wasn’t expecting that question. Did I have to love him before I could be annoyed over stuff like that? “Why would you ask that question?” I gave him a confused look and walked away.

I asked “I don’t know what you’re talking about. If I knew the reason why I wouldn’t be asking you.” “I thought you knew?” Clara asked, her voice musical even when she was confused. “Knew what?!” I half screamed.

“You know, you could just ask her. Maybe she knows what his real intentions were.” Fucking Occam. Just when I thought the simplest solution couldn’t possibly be the right one, Craig came and offered me another. Simpler under the circumstances than speculation, but with its own unique set of challenges—especially given what had now transpired between us. I shook my head. “I just don’t know if that’s the right answer.”

“Always so cocky, huh?” “Like I will always say, it's called confidence,” Dominique smirks as he says. “Alright. Twenty Questions. Who asks and who answers?” “We'll take rounds. You'll ask, I'll answer. And then I'll ask, you'll answer. Honest answers only.” “Great. You go first.” I say, dropping the sucked lemon slice on the coaster as I take small sips from my drink through the little straw. “Give me a short bio about you.”

"No, I have asked 5." "Well, it feels like 100." "Because my questions make sense, you exhausted yours with stupid questions." Questions like; Have you ever thought of going blonde? What do you think about pizza? Do you smell your feet?. "I haven't exhausted my question, I have 2 more questions left." "How do you feel about death?" I asked. "Geez, are you trying to make me sad or what?" "Just answer, Creep." "Inevitable." I waited for him to add more to the known word.

"Why don't we discuss about it? There is a cafeteria and it is rather quiet. There you can ask me more questions." I had already made a humongous list of all the questions I had to ask. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳. Gosh this sounded wrong. It wasn't her, she wouldn't do such things? Would she? She is the type of person to keep things slow. 𝙍𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?

I bobbed my head emphatically. She paused a moment before asking, “What do you need to know to be convinced we’ll take care of her?” “Uh…” Shit, I had no idea what to ask. “I don’t know,” I confessed lamely. I was going to ask them to name Haven’s favorite color or her first pet—shit like that—but there would be no way for me to know if whatever answer they gave was correct. And besides, would knowing any of that honestly prove they were good parents or that Haven would want them here? I wasn’t sure.

Dillon asked in total confusion. TBC

Minghao gaped as soon as he heard him. ‘I’m a man to her?’ Minghao asked this repeatedly in himself. There are seven reasons why people ask questions. First, they just wanted to know the answer. Second, they are testing the person they are asking. Third, they accused the person. Fourth, to impose a delay. Fifth, to express disagreement. Sixth, to exert power. And seventh, to make a statement. But when Eugene asked him the question, Minghao wasn’t sure about his intention for asking; it was as if he’s asking for Minghao to know the answer that he, himself, isn’t aware of.

I spoke softly, "You're good at this." Dan smirked. “Years of dealing with people who think they’re smarter than me. Now, let’s try that line.” I cleared my throat. "You seemed concerned last night. What was wrong?" Dan nodded. "Good. And when she responds ambiguously, such as by saying, 'It's complicated,' then?" "Should I ask her to clarify?" I wondered "No," Dan objected. "Make her feel like it's personal, something in common between you both. You can say, 'I understand. My life has been pretty crazy lately too."