Stupid Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

I ignored her question because it was stupid and not worth my while "But you've not answered my question! Are you my mate or not!? If you are then why can't I smell you!?" She's beginning to irritate me since I neither have the time nor patience to deal with her antics. Like why the fuck is she even asking me this stupid question? "How old are you?" I ask instead of replying to her question. I can't believe someone her age won't know how to recognize her mate. Especially when we have a special mate bond between us "What has my age got to do with the question I asked you?" She ask with the same angry tone I used in asking her

Damn it. "Why do you think we are not cool? We are cool." Really? Even someone with half brain cells could see that the both of us were tripping around each other and yet I ask a stupid question. I resisted the urge to palm my forehead, maybe bang it against the wall a little bit because it was obvious that this thing happening here, between us, was making me dumb.

“Why is this happening to me?” There was a moment of silence between the three of us as I asked the question. In all honesty, that was kind of a stupid question to ask. It was too broad for her to answer. I knew of that but asked anyway. “I’m sorry, that was a stupid question.”, I chuckled at myself, shaking my head lightly.

, I retorted. "Really, Siya...well, you are brilliant...and the answer is right...so go ahead ask me your question", he laughed. "How many chickens does it take to kill an elephant?" "What???..." "Even I'm trying to check the great David Kings IQ," I said, smirking at him. "One...." he said, winking at me, "But don't ask me the reason." "Ok ...your turn". "What is the one thing that you can't live without?" I asked again.

We were born on May 21, despite being four years apart from him. "Boxers of Briefs?" "Briefs." “Coke or Sprite?” "Coke." “Burgers or Pizza?” “Burgers.” “Country music, or Metal?” "Metal." I frowned. Rearranging the list of questions in my head. “Action or Romance?” "Thillers." “Coffee or Milk?” "Coffee." "Orange or Apple?" "Orange." “Cats or Dogs?” "Both." “Soccer or Basketball?” "Soccer."

"Of course I'm good because you're going to give me the money. What if you stole the money, I'll feel sorry for you!" "What do you think is my job? Stealing? Or what do you think of me a thief? Are you stupid?" "There you are again! stop calling me stupid!" "Okay, go ahead and tell me. What is your job? Do you really have a job or do you just f-feel like you have a job?" "Stop asking, I won't tell you." "Aha! You don't want to say that maybe the job you are applying for is illegal, what? Am I right huh?!"

He owes me answers. "Stop asking me stupid questions ". "No these are not stupid questions Alex you owe me these answers ", I hit his chest with my arms ." Do you even love me ", I asked and that is when it happened he looked at me. Fixed his eyes with mine before turning back and leaving. Some thing told me there was pitty in his eyes but it changed. "I never love you and your stupid traditions so I was having a little fun".

He asked showing off his beautiful smile. I coughed in embarrassment and that made him laugh. What the hell is he saying?? "No...." I muttered and continued eating my food. "If you say so." "Don't you have other questions for me?" He suddenly asked. I looked up to face him in confusion. "Questions like what?" I asked back. "Uhmm.. my hobbies, things I like and don't stuffs like that." He said. "I don't." I answered. "Why not?" He asked again.

“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.”

I don’t know what he means “Yeah, you know” he looks a little awkward now. “they are going to ask bitchy and stupid questions to try and get you to respond in anger or without thinking, most likely about Leo or the asylum. Maybe just straight up make shit up like ask you if you know Leo is getting married now or something” My head whips up to look him in the eye so fast at that last part I almost give myself whiplash. “Sorry? He’s what?”