Stupid Questions Novels & Stories

*huff* "That's not an actual reason, dumbass" Dumb??? It's not dumb! "You look stupid. Are all humans the same?" What's with him? He called me a dumbass before and now stupid, and still, I can't get angry at him. Otherwise, he will snap my neck into two. "Hahaha" He laughed hard. "You are too small and can't talk, and you stink. Your blood is not giving me a smell, and you are too skinny to eat. You are not worth anything, so I don't have any reason to spare you"

Well, they were calm before but now, I realize, it was just a silence before the storm. “And for your kind information, Ms, you are the one who is being stupid here by shouting in vain!” Now it is getting easier for him to intimidate me. “That’s right, isn’t it? You do the wrong stuff and put all the blame on me?” “Can’t you stop yelling?” “Can’t you stop talking nonsense and just apologise to me?” “I won’t!” “Now who’s sounding sti-u-peed?” I emphasize the word ‘stupid’ to let him know what is the real meaning of stupid.

I never thought to call them morons, but here they are acting more stupid than morons. Me- I don’t understand their thinking. What is going on? Duke- It’s like the TikToks where the girl is asking about pickling cucumbers, or the one about where hair grows from. I can’t believe this level of stupid exist in my own bloodline. All Duke does is a low growl. “Can you three hear me?” I ask loudly, breaking their mindlinks. “Yes, Father,” they all answer in unison. I slap all three upside the head and dismiss them.

He did not even try to answer each question and just left everything blank. “What is this?” I ask when Lukas is already standing in front of me. “Did you get any issue with the questions?” “No,” he curtly answers. “And so?” I ask. He didn’t follow it up. Instead, he just looks at me as if I am asking him nonsensical things. “Lukas, can you explain why you did not answer any of the questions?” “It’s stupid.” I raise my brow. “The quiz questions are stupid?” “I don’t see why I will need to know the answers to those questions to succeed in life.”

"Are you dumb?" "Yes, and I also smell!"

“And he’s not the bragging type.” “You know what? Try asking better questions next time so you don’t sound dumb when you talk to people, okay?” she instructed. “Is that your new way of saying I’m stupid?” “Aren’t you?” I stared at her, deadpan. “I hate that I can’t even argue with that.”

All my questions was "Why? Why does it have to be me? Why do I have to be so stupid and foolish? I should have known none of this was gonna work out." "He still remains the scumbag that took my dignity!"

"I was stupid." In an expressionless voice, he said, "Well, what if you were stupid? Doesn't everyone do that?" she asked. It was as if his words didn't want to destroy something in me, but rather to trigger something. "For me, everything is a process, and stupidity is a process. When stupidity is made, the process that works is recognition, learning, and change."

Now, that's a question I'm unable to find an answer for. "Fuck.... Ah!"

I'm not jealous, just stupid people who want to be slaves to love. I'm not like the idiot Shakespeare who glorifies love. Love is only for fools, and I'm not in that category. I stroked this stupid girl's hair, long blonde hair, blue eyes like the ocean even though it looks just silly when you try to look into her eyes. "I wonder, how much is your IQ? How much is Pentium? Too stupid!" "Stop talking! I want to sleep." I smiled and hugged this stupid girl harder. And kissed her cheek stupidly and packed, a strange combination I had just seen in this silly girl. So ridiculous, I can't even remember her name.