Questions For What If Novels & Stories

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

"Okay, okay, so what if one of the girls he had slept with in the past just shows up one day with a protruding belly, saying she's carrying his child?" I sighed. "That's none of my business, not that he's my real husband or something." Vivian's voice trailed off, "What if—" I cut her short. "Hey Viv, no more 'what ifs' anymore. Let's just sleep." Vivian chuckled, knowing I was right. Her "what if" questions were legendary, from back to our school days. I recalled the time there was an explosion, and she wondered, "What if aliens had come to raid us?"

She didn't want to scare anyone. But then again, if she hadn't taken things lightly the first time, would Zander still be alive? If only she'd listened to Thea and hired more people to protect them would she have been able to save him? God, the what-ifs were what had kept up most of the nights. What if she'd done this or that? What if she hadn't gone back? What if they'd stayed in Hawaii? What if... She could close her eyes and come up with a hundred, maybe more questions in under a minute. That kind of thinking had almost destroyed her. She couldn't let anything like that happen again.

he answered, and I looked at him. “It’s just that when I saw them now I really had questions for them. I wanted to ask them why they were doing this, why they treated me and others that way,” I said, and he nodded. “I just have all these questions and I really wish someone could answer them,” I added. “That makes sense, but what if you don’t get the answers to your questions?” he asked me. “What if there is no reason for doing what they did? What if they are really just terrible people?” he asked.

“I am happy to hear that Vlad and yes, you are techincally our first SVIP on this island even before today. I will make time and answer your questions as soon as I can okay?” We went out of the honeymoon suite and started climbing the spiral staircase. When we got out of the camouflaged room. A question just came to my mind. “Hey Noah!” “What’s up?” “Since I gave you my trust that all is well. I just need you to answer one question before you go up. Is that okay?” “Sure!” “How long have you exactly known me?” He hesitated at first and let out a small sigh. “Okay, just to somehow make you feel better and trust me more.”

"Twenty Questions? What's that?" "It's a game where we each take turns asking each other a question, and we have to answer truthfully," I explained. "It's a fun way to get to know each other better." Margot hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Alright, I'm in," she said, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. I started with a light-hearted question to ease the tension. "What's your favorite thing to do in your free time?" A smile crept onto Margot's face as she replied, "I love spending time with my family and friends, especially my younger sister. We used to have so much fun together."

"You get three more questions. Choose wisely." Sophia's eyes lit up like it was Christmas morning. "Oh, this is gonna be good." “Question one,” Sophia grins. “What’s the weirdest thing you two have done?” Emily rolls her eyes. “What are you classing as ‘weird’?” Sophia tapped her chin thoughtfully, a mischievous glint in her hazel eyes. "I don’t know… Okay, fine, I’ll come back to that question. Question number two: Has he ever tied you up? Last time you said just your hands."

I said, my gaze falling to my clenched hands. “Wow…I see you still have memories of him” he replied with a light smile. I nodded with a dark chuckle, “ why won’t I?…why will I forget the only reason my life turned this way?…why will I forget what his death have brought upon me?” I replied trying to keep my emotions in check. The stranger’s gaze drifted away,as he seemed lost in thought.” You asked to know who I am right?” He asked staring at me, while I nodded patiently waiting for his answers to my questions.

If I decided to ask those questions. Probably not.

Yet deep down, a quiet voice asked: What if Clara was right?