Confusing Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

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 asked a little too loudly. But instead of her to give me a reply to my question, she just questioned me back. What happened to you? Are you okay? Is anything the matter? Is something wrong with you? Her series of questioning came as a surprise to me and I started to question her back instead of answering her questions. What is it with all these questions? I asked her with a confused look. I continued though. What do you mean if I am okay or if something is wrong with me? Uhm… she opened her mouth to speak.

He said looking at a bored-looking Collin, he did not understand why he wouldn’t just ask the questions he had instead of beating around the bush. “I wanted to know if you are using something.” Collin frowned looking at him, when Aiden saw him frowning, then rephrased his question. “I mean I want to know if there is anything that you are taking to make you this way.” Collin looked at him as if he has gone mad. “Like what, and what makes you ask this?” he asked him.

I asked but once again, he just shrugged in answer. “Talk to me, Jasper.” “I don't know, I am not sure anymore. Now that you remind me, yes, it was clear but then, earlier…maybe it wasn't so clear in my head.” “Okay, I see. What are you supposed to do when something is not clear? What are you supposed to do when you have doubts? What are you supposed to do when you feel confused or if something disturbs you? What are you supposed to do when you don't feel well or when something is going wrong, Jasper? What options do you have when you are in one of these situations? What have I taught you, Jasper?”

"Billy, what is wrong? What has got you so spooked?" "Spooked? Why would I be spooked?" "Is something wrong with Molly and the baby?" "Do you think I would be standing here if there was something wrong?" "What is wrong then?" "I don't understand, why would something be wrong?" This is like drawing water out of a rock. Can the man not just say what is wrong? I have to play twenty questions to get a decent answer from him. "Why are you looking so worried then?" "I am not worried."

he pointed out. I shook my head at him. This man had a come back for everything. "That you did." "So, tell me something about yourself," I said conversationally, cringing a little internally. I hated it when someone asked me that. It was such a vague question with endless answers and it both frustrated and confused me when someone asked that. Because really, what answer could one give to that? It could be anything from their favourite colour to how they nearly killed someone in an accident once.

It was confusing but looking at him but still even more confusing was the fact that I couldn't tell what was going on through his mind I couldn't think about the situation at that moment, all it left in my mind was that glee of hope that appeared to get darkened in my soul. He stood there still staring at me with utmost confusion, he seemed unsettled about what he wanted and the fact that all he had to do at that motor was walk away and all these conversations would end. Still while trying to get myself to think of what to say at the moment, I felt that it was best that i stayed quiet and not say anything.. “What do you want?" He asked. It seemed like an absurd question thinking that he walk

“And it would be rude to ask it like that. From what happened last time, It would seem like I’m interrogating her.” “I don’t want her to suspect anything. But how’s that possible?”. “What should I do now? I’m confused.” “What’s the best thing to do instead of just pitying myself?”.

I take a sip of my coffee barely tasting it as the question I’m dying to ask burns in my brain. ‘How do you know my name?’

They give me a look that suggests they are asking if I am good, and I reply by shaking my head quickly with wide eyes. There is no way I can be good with this. How the hell am I supposed to be good with this? Damon fucking tricked me and just disappeared into nowhere, and now I am left stuck in this loop with no one to help me and nothing to just at least help me figure this out. Goddess, I feel so confused right now as I glance at every single question on the paper and begin to rake my fingers through my hair. Oh maybe I think I know questions two and three, but then what about question one and then four and then five and six and seven and eight all the way up to 20?