Questions For What If Mga Nobela at Kwento

�𝒐𝒓𝒎?" "𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏?" "𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕. 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒅𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓� � 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅?"

Leanunya huffed and asked, “why?” Wolferan spoke, “So I don't make the mistake of you liking being wet.” She huffed, “I meant why are you asking these random questions? I thought you would ask questions that had to do with those I’ve killed or such.” Wolferan blinked and spoke, “I feel there is no need to ask what I already know besides the only question that I have that has to do with your kills is why did you kill only bad people.”

"What do you think you'll do? If we survive this. If we win reincarnation tickets. What would you do with your second chance?" The question hung in the air.

"Uh-uh, tonight's all about you bud," Kass chastised, wagging her finger as though he were a misbehaving child. "I have a question for you, and I expect you to give me a serious answer." Ashlyn could hear Derek's gulp from where she sat. She released the breath she had been holding, thankful for Kass' quick thinking. "What is your spirit animal, and why?" She rested her chin on her fists, expectant. Ashlyn rolled her eyes and smiled apologetically. She should have known this would come. Kass asked everyone she met this question, for she believed a person's answer told her all she needed to know about a person. A moment passed as Derek thought about his answer.

* * * We'd arrived home and at the moment, we were seated in Cas' bed about to play a game of twenty-one questions. "Little SP, I didn't want this to be a get to know you session or a virgin game so I got the questions pack." He waved it in the air. " Which set or edition is that?" I asked. " Fifty questions, naughty edition." He smirked. " Totally expected it." I rolled my eyes. "The cards are numbered so we'd pick at random and on this sheet we'd tick the already picked card." He said and handed me the pencil. " And we'd make it fast too so it doesn't get boring. It'll be a speed game." I said.

Including family and not enemy? But at the same time I wonder. The man who actually came to kill my parents the old man. Would have killed them right. There. Would I have ended up in the orphanage? And not at the mansion? Wouldn't even that would have been given me happiness? Just! It makes me keep wondering. That, what if? This is the worst thing to question. What if?? What if? What if? Because its a non ending question. And I constantly live in it. Despite knowing that it will never and won't change anything that have been done. Like this! I just keep wondering.

She hesitates only a second—then speaks the question that has waited through wars and verdicts and silences. “What happens if this is it?”

She said. Then the hologram blacked out. Those who saw it cried. They were amazed by his story and life. "Jin... Your romance ends this time. A new life will start, but your love and life in a fiction world was... the best thing I ever experienced." Ole felt his sadness. If she was Jin or Sherry, "What if?" That was her thought. A what if life of an IF of being in a story. The IF as you purposely want to convey your choice to someone's life. "Just what if?" Just what if if that life was hers. Now everything was clarified to her thoughts and heart. "Sherry, don't worry I'll take care of Jin for you." Ole muttered.

SANDRA'S POV The problem with questions is that once they get inside your head, they don't leave. They multiply, one becomes ten,ten becomes a hundred. And eventually you're lying awake at three in the morning staring at the ceiling while your entire future tears itself apart in a dozen different directions. What if. The question follows me everywhere. Into class,into conversations,into sleep. Into silence. What if I leave Austin? The thought arrives during a lecture and immediately makes my stomach tighten because the answer should be simple.

“W-Why didn't you call us? What if you get sick? What if…” “Are you worried?”