Confusing Questions To Ask Mga Nobela at Kwento

Anxiety and confusion slice through me as I try to decipher the double meaning behind Carl's words. 'Very unmistakable things'? The fuck does he mean by that? Where exactly is he taking me, and what does he intend to do with me? These conflicting questions swirl through my mind, demanding answers. But if I ask him again, I know he's only going to brush me off or, rather, speak in coded parables only he understands.

"Why so many questions? Are you coming or not?" "Where's Kale? Isn't he coming with you?" "Too many people will raise suspicion. I've set up the net to catch them."

He was the most anti, talking about other people's problems. "Can I ask you something?" chirped Kayra. Alvaro stopped walking and glanced flatly. "What?" "Do you think we're both bad too?" Alvaro raised one eyebrow, not believing the question asked by Kayra. "Can you answer?" said Karina. "Because I wanna make sure, are you the same as the others?"

I answered, feeling slightly embarrassed that I was in this situation. "I see. So to be honest, I'm kind of confused and I also have a few questions that I want to ask to clear my confusion but I don't want to invade your privacy and seem like I'm being too inquisitive and at the same time, I doubt that you’d tell me what it is that is going on. I'm still quite confused though and I would be lying if I said that I don't want to know what's going on," she blurted out.

“That is the beginning.” Imani writes in her notebook. “What if she says fine?” she says. “Ask her again in a different way,” I say. “People say fine because it is efficient. It is the answer that closes the conversation. Ask a question that cannot be closed with fines.” “Like what?” she says. “Like what did you want to be before everything else happened?” I say. “Like, what is the thing you do that makes you forget what time it is. Like, what would you change if you knew it would work?” I pause. “Questions that require an actual answer.”

"Come on, what's the problem? Are you still not comfortable with us?" I shook my head saying no. "Then what?" I turned to Chrysler, ready to ask a question. If he doesn't answer my question, I'll push him down. "You..." I said, his eyebrows raised as if asking what. "What's your problem? Why are you like this to me?" I asked him, he suddenly became mute. I smiled quietly, this is why sometimes you better answer a question with a question too. But make sure your question would really make the other person dumb or speechless.

Lifting up his head facing me, arrowing his painted gazes at me and shooting at me a hundreds of question he inquired as if I had committed some serious mistakes. "Could I know what is the thing that you are finding so inappropriate and is making you whistle of a pressure cooker, loud noisy, and none stopping irritating. " I was already annoyed due to his all sorts of questions and allegations, he was unbearable to my mind, still he kept hovering at my head asking foolish questions and levitating at me some baseless, utter foolish allegations.

So deep that you need to think about your answers. “I’m not dumb and I just wanted to ask questions that would pop in my head. And you always answer my questions so what's the fuss?” He rolled his eyes at me, making me laugh. “So, why do you want to be here?” he asked. “Huh?” I looked at him, confused.

Enough! I'm just confused. I hope I ain't doing all these my research for nothing! “what kind of question is that?” kelvin's annoying voice broke through my thoughts. “Why did you suddenly ask me that?” “Well, I um…” I didn’t know if I should be really telling him this… but… I’m just so confused. “I think I met someone… with that name.” “whaaat” He turned around at once. “Where? who? When? Who!!?”

"I will be asking something and I hope you answer me truthfully," "If it's not something that invades my privacy, then carry on." He takes a deep breath, making it seem like he's about to ask the question of the century. The more act he portrays, the more pressured I get. I wish this could be done and over with already. "Do you know what you are?" is the eventual question he throws at me. My expression is etched with confusion as soon as the question is thrown at me. "What do you mean by that?" I ask in return.