Questions For What If Novels & Stories

What if? What if is a great question, it can change the present and even the future. But what it cannot change is the past that is when you ask yourself why? And even kick yourself under your own ass and if it comes to a woman, smack yourself through your face. But lucky the woman is around the corner and she has not started yelling yet. It sure as hell is going to happen, I am not sure if she is going to do it right where she stands or when she is storming out of the front door.

“What do you want to ask?” “Will you reject me if I give birth to a girl?”

What do you want? What did I want?

"Who are you? Where did you come from? What is your name? Who are the Quafars? Why do you call them your children? Did you give birth to them?" The questions kept flying past my lips, nothing holding them back—only stopping when I noticed the strange witch looking at me blankly with a raised brow. "What?" I hoped she was not about to tell me that she couldn’t answer these questions too. They were mostly basic. Surely whoever was calling the shots wouldn’t tell her not to divulge her name.

“From what?” “Me. But no wolf questions,” I reminded him. Oliver gave me a sad smile and nodded. “Your turn then, twenty questions is supposed to be back and forth, not an interrogation.” I looked at Oliver for a minute, trying to decide how difficult I wanted my questions to be, and whether or not I was going to follow my own stipulation of no wolf questions. I wondered what no one bothered to ask him. “You said you weren’t the one that was supposed to be alpha,” I said slowly, “so what would you be doing now if things went to plan?”

"I know this is impossible, but what if, just what if Noah will come back to life? Again, I know that this is far from happening because he has been gone for a long time, but let's just put it with a 'what if'… What if he comes back…" I have turned serious, too, with his kind of weird question. I stared directly into his eyes. He continued, "Who are you going to choose between us? Will you choose me or will you choose him?"

“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.”

If I went back in time, I would do the exact same thing again. I choke down the growl bubbling to come out. Cole slightly tilts his head and furrows his eyebrows. “I’m not so sure. What would you do if the white wolf is real?” What kind of question is that? Plus, he knows exactly what I would do. Back when I had just taken the alpha title, we talked about things like this. The ‘what if’ scenarios would go on for hours. With a harsh tone, I grunt, “You know what I would do. Why are you even asking?”

“What are you implying?” “What if this isn’t Fiona’s doing at all… What if it’s his?”

What if I was making the wrong choice? What if staying was just as dangerous as leaving? And what if... what if there was another way? What if Ethan’s plan wasn’t the only answer?