Weird Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

he asked the way he spoke gave out the red flag, that he was a mother fucking British man, I simply smiled when he asked that and he raised an eyebrow "Are you married?" he asked again the question somehow looked twisted, I didn't know the right answer to give, "What if he asks me about my husband's name?" I asked myself. He looked like someone who was anxious to know everything about me "no, I'm single" I replied "Alright then, I'm just going to ask some other questions aside from the ones you might be thinking in your head and if you pass them, you get the job," he said I swallowed my saliva and kept my smile, I didn't even know where this was going to lead me. He did ask me some odd quest

“Who knows about this? And don’t tell me ‘no one’ I want names. Who are the doctors who examined you?” Jay opened his mouth, but I was already steamrolling over him. “And most importantly—” I leaned forward, my eyes locked on his—“who did you sleep with?” The last question sounded weird in my head and I ended up laughing at my crazy thought… who did you sleep with? Really Lena…? What a weird question to ask.

I don’t want Miranda to turn me into a frog just because I asked such an innocent question. People around me are no fun. They all are so serious and big and proud and arrogant and old and experienced and Alpha King Cain Reyes like and - I need to think of some more words, but the heat of Miranda’s gaze is burning the side of my face. “ What do you want? ” I sigh out, all funny thoughts leaving my mind at once. “ You still can’t remember anything? ” She asks me a weird question. I glance at her and push myself on my elbows to get a better look. What is she talking about? What am I supposed to remember?

"It's obvious I'm not asking for your Favorite colors or hobbies you have no use for. All I'm asking about is maybe some dark or deep secrets I ought to know." , any family anywhere? Friends? Or close relationships?" He rushes the question at me with my eyes darting all around the room, I

“Did you feel a strange connection with someone? Or are you asking because you are bothered about not having a mate yet?” “I’m uncertain what to choose but I would still choose a ‘no’ to both of your questions. Just tell me what you know about it and that's all.” She seems reluctant. And I have no idea why she is. “You know, it feels kind of strange to me,” she tells me. “Well, are you saying or not?” “Depends on what exactly you want to know,” I decide to think it through first because I am looking for the best way to ask her questions without making her know I’ve got a lot to say regarding my personal life

he emphasized. Suddenly, I felt stupid, " umm...I think I should start questioning my childhood" I scratched my head and scrunched my nose up in thoughts. He chuckled, " you're strange" and I smiled, " I'm about to ask a very strange question" I gave him a heads up which he replied by squinting his eyes. I asked, " tight fitting shirts or baggy shirts?" I wiggled my eyebrows at him. He tilted his head and gave me a suspicious look, " why are you asking?"" It's none of your business...just answer" I mirrored his smirk.

“Are you kidding me?” “Not even a little bit,” I replied, holding his gaze. “You answer mine, I answer yours. Fair deal, right?” He let out a breath, clearly skeptical. “Alright. You first.” At first, we kept it light, throwing out the usual stuff—favorite color, TV shows, first kiss, the first time we hacked something, even the first time we killed someone. But then, without even realizing it, the questions started digging a little deeper. I tried to keep my stupid mouth shut but once we got going, it was like I couldn’t stop myself.

"I've never interviewed anyone before." "You're about to learn. You've been interviewed yourself, for jobs. This will be similar, but far more personal. He's not going to work with you, he's going to be sleeping in your bed. You'll want to ask him personal questions. You'll want to know if he's got a criminal record, why he wants to be a submissive. You'll want to know if he's prejudiced towards blacks and if he's willing to submit to you. You should probably inspect him naked, maybe have him masturbate to see how his equipment works. Ask him what sexual services he's willing to perform for you."

And I would relish in it; I could finally kill something I hated after so many years. “Do you have kids?” she asked out of the blue. I almost laughed; the question was so ridiculous and out of pocket that it threw me. As a result, I couldn’t resist the scowl that my sneer turned into. What was this, really? The Spanish Inquisition? “No.” Why was I answering her question again? Ah yes, I liked to play with my food before eating it. If asking silly questions was her own way of making her trip to the afterlife easier on her shoulders, I would humor her.

I answer the basic questions quickly. As I proceed forward however, the questions get weirder. Favourite colour, hobbies, food? Why does the university need this? Several other questions asked if I knew how to swim, if I was interested in cycling, if I would want to play football. "If you have any boyfriends/exs' or both, name them and the reason why you broke up with them/are with them." I look up at Blake with a raised eyebrow. "What does the university need this for?" She shrugs.