Confusing Questions To Ask Mga Nobela at Kwento

The look in his eyes was a little distant, but I refused to be intimidated. “Yes, I did. I have some questions for you.” “Questions? I asked, starting to feel weird. Why would he have questions for me? Questions? What answers could I possibly give? “Have you ever turned, completely?” he asked, and there was a tiny hint of desperation in his voice. “This is all coming unexpectedly. Why are you asking, all of a sudden?” “I just asked you a question, Serena. And you should give me an answer.” “I really do not understand. A minute, you're understandable, and another, you're complicated.”

She went on to ask me more questions. "Does she have any relationship issues? Family or work related issues she has shared with you? Please note that these questions are important for our search, that is if there will be one." I nodded frantically. If all they needed was my answers to some damn questions, I would give them that.

“I’m just confused by the sudden question.” “What is there to be confused about?” “Why are you asking me how I’ve been?” I asked, “I’m sure I haven’t alluded to you that I’ve been unwell.” “Perhaps not physically.” “Excuse me?!” I ask loudly, “Are you trying to imply that I’m mad?”

When I was done I asked: "Do you have any questions?" She did have one and it pretty much stunned me. "Why don't you like me?" The question caught me flatfooted and it took me a couple of seconds to get around to answering it. I remembered something one of my English teachers once told me. "When confused about something ask questions." "What makes you think I don't lie you?" "You know me and you know I prefer being called Becky so what is with his Miss Courtney shit? And when we are in shared classes you are cold and distant where I'm concerned."

They all cheered but he was silent. "The third question, Do you have a boyfriend?" I wonder why she'll ask such a question. " No!" I muttered blatantly making sure he also heard. " Fourth question..." him again? " Sir, you can't ask more than…" he shot him a deadly glare, and everywhere went quiet. " Describe your ideal type?" He's asking such an absurd question. Aren't the question supposed to be work-related why personal life's now? I'll tell him what he wants to hear.

Someone who wanted to cause trouble. The question was: who?

I can’t tell if he’s angry, sad or confused. “Are you Time’s mate?” He questions.

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.

But it doesn't clarify. It just sits there, asking a question I don't know how to answer yet.

My mind is just jumbled, and I don’t know how to clear things up. Colby is just as confused as I am. We both know that there are questions there that only she can answer. The problem is that she doesn’t look like she’s going to be willing to answer anything. Maybe I can convince her if I stay on her. I can try to wear her down and get the answers that I need. Then again, the pressure from me could make her retreat further. I really don’t know what to do at this point, and it’s driving me crazy.