Interesting Questions Novels & Stories

If I decided to ask those questions. Probably not.

Smiling she answered it but didn’t spoke, just placed it near her ears. “How much long will you keep me waiting.” Noah asked two questions to her in a single one. “How are you?” Rather than answering him, alternatively she asked another question. “What do you think?” He in return answered her with a question. “I think busy.” Noah laughed listening to her and asked her “I think so for you too. A lot busy than me.” Listening to him Sophia’s eyes widened and she asked him “Me? Why so?” “You didn’t even had a second to call me.” Noah answered almost immediately as if was waiting for her question.

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.

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Claire is going to have a lot of questions for me *********

"Why do you want to know?" * * *

Chapter 71 Luke Pov I don’t know what’s going on and why Susan is suddenly becoming interested in me, why does she keep asking me questions all of a sudden? After hearing the question Susan asked me I didn’t know what to reply her so o had to think really hard on a good reply to give her so that she stop bugging me with so many questions.

I nodded. “He’s funny,” she said after a moment. Like she’d decided to give me something. “If you ever wonder about what he’s like. He asks too many questions. About everything. Why the sky changes color. Why wolves have mates. Why some people are sick and others aren’t.” The corner of her mouth moved. “I run out of answers about halfway through most days.” I listened to every word. I could picture it. Her in this kitchen with a small version of herself asking questions she couldn’t keep up with.

“What is this?” **************************

A question. “Is it true?”