Weird Questions Novels & Stories

My eyes snapped up slightly, my eyes locking onto him as the realization hit me. He was looking straight at me. "My apologies, I didn't quite catch that." “…I’ll repeat my question. What do you think would drive someone to traffic werewolf organs? And who do you think the buyers are?” Out of everyone in this damn room, why was he asking me such questions? Did he know? Was he just trying to bait me? No. He couldn’t. If he knew, this wouldn’t be a question. “I believe that people tend to do… questionable things when they’re pushed into corners.” I answered, keeping my tone neutral. Desperation makes people creative.”

“Well I’m fine as you can see.” “Are you sure?” He asked again. Why was he being weird? “What’s with all the odd questions? I said I’m okay.” He still didn’t look convinced and I let out a sigh. “You really don’t feel anything ?” I frowned. “I feel nothing. I’m totally fine” “So it hasn’t started yet.” He said, more to himself than to me. That’s it! I’ve had enough “What do you mean it hasn’t started yet? What’s supposed to start?” I exploded

“Oh good, I'm starving... not that I'm complaining, but why does my plate look like what you'd find on a poster in a nutritionist’s office?” “With how hard you've been working; you need the energy. As much as there’s nothing wrong with wanting raw meat, it can't be the only thing you eat. So, have you noticed anything weird about yourself?” “That depends on what your definition of weird is.” “Whatever you’ve noticed that isn’t normal for you.” “None that I can think of. Why?” “I’m just curious. Have you been a run?” “Not in a while. I’ve been a little too busy for the past few weeks. Why are you asking me weird questions?”

Is it just me being paranoid, and turning that paranoia on a good man? Or is Hank asking weird questions to the woman he knew was least likely to suspect him of getting up to anything strange?

I could see his green eyes move; his stare was so intense that my curiosity began to rebel inside me, demanding to know what he was looking at. “How long will you pretend to sleep? Is it a way of saving even more energy?” “No, I’m done. What are you looking at?” Quickly, I brushed it away and rolled over on my back to satisfy my curiosity and hide my slight blush. “Then why do you do it? “ I sighed; why does he always have to ask the weirdest questions? Ask the things most people would not. But I’m beginning to realize I must get used to it, asking the most bizarre and cringiest things.

😡 Vero asks "Then why on Earth would you ask such a question like that?!" To be continued...

Whaaat? *

With new questions. Mess. Mess. And a horrible mess.

It can be said that some cases were unpredictable. -Why is G like this?- Unpredictable question that escapes from my mouth. Very normal- You don't have to answer me- I wanted to shove a shoe down my throat.- I know you don't get along too well now. It's just that it's so weird. Sometimes I think it is bipolar. He also has anger problems.

If I am not careful, I might fall sick. The WAEC EXAMINATION continued and I must confess the examination questions were good ones. Most of the theory questions are easy to understand except for the objectives which are somehow tricky. After concluding my Biology theory and objectives questions,which happens to be my 5th subject, I made my way out of the school hall. After dropping my writing materials in my school bag, I looked around for Ethan but couldn't find him. I stopped in one of the classes where some of my classmates were, looking for Ethan. I felt a familiar hand round my neck as I turned slightly.