Weird Questions Romane & Geschichten

I questioned. “Do you miss me that much?” He questioned. “Well, not really… I just wanted to….” “You do not miss me?” He questioned. “Well, I do but that is not why I asked. I just wanted to…” “Tell me, why do you miss me so much? Is there something I do not know?” He questioned. Why was he asking me such weird questions?

"Then you're probably the kind of person that's going to be interested in all sorts of weird shit." "Do tell."

“Is it morning already? Did I do something horrible or embarrassing again last night? Ugh! I don’t want to open my eyes!” It’s the same line that I have been saying for the past week. I’m Vladimir something, No, my last name isn’t Something, I just don’t know it. I can’t seem to remember everything about me yet. Last week -

he coughed loudly, and I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion. "Can you tell us why you have such serious doubts about us?" one of the ladies asked me, and she was clearly pissed off... {Why did I always mess up in these kinds of situations? Why do I need to ask that loudly?} "He just indirectly claimed that only werewolves have rights on the moon goddess, and she can only grant anything to a particular species. Sorry to inform you, but from childhood, I have enjoyed the moonlight of your moon goddess. Do you also have issues with human astronauts going to the moon?" I couldn't help but ask him, and I already know that Ryan is trying hard not to give up his facade of a tough alpha king "sorry

“This is a weird thing to shake.” “What about this isn’t weird?”

“Why did Grandma ask her such strange questions? In the werewolf - centered confusion - and - question - about - actions, this is his query.” The old lady pretended to be clueless. “What questions?” “She wants to know about my relationship with her. She could have just asked me directly. In the werewolf - centered confusion - and - preference - for - direct - inquiry, this is his complaint.” The old lady casually replied, “You’ve been quietly paving the way for her career, so does Grandma really need to ask? Of course, I want to know how she feels about you. In the werewolf - centered understanding - of - situation - and - relationship - inquiry, this is her explanation.”

Lifting up his head facing me, arrowing his painted gazes at me and shooting at me a hundreds of question he inquired as if I had committed some serious mistakes. "Could I know what is the thing that you are finding so inappropriate and is making you whistle of a pressure cooker, loud noisy, and none stopping irritating. " I was already annoyed due to his all sorts of questions and allegations, he was unbearable to my mind, still he kept hovering at my head asking foolish questions and levitating at me some baseless, utter foolish allegations.

“Okay. What is it?“ She says. I look at her silently and I don’t know the right way to put out the question. “Do you in any way feel weird? I mean do you feel unusual about yourself since you regain consciousness?“ save your questions. I know you are thinking and asking if that’s the best I could think of. Anyways that’s what my head could pull out. “Yes!” She spits and my eyes widen.

These peculiar heart issues again? "You..What are you.."

I can’t put my finger on the meaning behind the questions, but I’m sure that there is one. “I do, yes,” I reply nonetheless, “As long as you aren’t calloused about it. I’d rather take a blunt person over a lying person any day.” “Oh,” He nods, “What else do you like?” “Huh?” “In a guy? You like guys, right?” “I suppose I do,” I muse, thinking about Alexander. I don’t know about other guys, but I definitely like him. Also, yet another strange question. I feel so weirded out from this conversation, why was he asking these sorts of questions from me?