A Fault In Our Stars Book Novels & Stories

His second chance has probably taken a chosen mate by now. I hold in my sobs as tears leak from my eyes. I have ruined everything. If I hadn't moved. If I hadn't turned to my father's voice. If I had just let her finish her games. I hear Star whimpering in my head at my internal rant as I finally let out the sob free that I had been desperately trying to hold back. ‘None of this is your fault, Ren. I can help. Please. Just talk to me, and we can figure this out together, ok?’ Star says to me, but I just need a minute. A minute to break down and be human. Be vulnerable. For once.

He urged me to make space for him, and I shifted, leaning against the old couch. A moment later, Gabriel was nested beside me, offering me one of the mugs I accepted gladly. A few sips of steaming black liquid to clear my thoughts were all I allowed myself before I spoke. “I’m sorry, Gabe.” I was. “This is all my fault. Again.” It was. “I can’t seem to stop messing things up.” It was the truth. No matter how pure my intentions were, whenever I helped somebody or tried to protect the people I cared about, something went wrong, and someone was hurt. “I was so stupid to believe her.”

Anything to make her feel better about what I'm putting her through right now. "Not my fault? How is it not my fault? We were okay before I left! You told me that you were going to marry me soon and make me the Luna soon! But then immediately I left you fell in love with someone else? How can you tell me it's not my fault? It's definitely my fault! Because I left, you fell in love with someone else. If I hadn't left, then you would not fallen in love with someone else. You would have stayed with me! How did you even go from being in love with me to falling in love with someone else in such a short time? None of this makes sense at all! I just want some answers...." She said. Sophia was no lo

We don’t want to believe these people could actually hurt us. ~ Counting the stars had always been a chore for me. At least, until I met her. It became my favourite thing to do. It led me away from thoughts of her. It reminded me my hurt were of nothing but pure love, and the pulse radiating behind the back of my ears was derived from an intense emotion. Counting the stars became a favorite thing to do. Because each star, Bright or dull, Reminded me of every memory of her. But it really hurts this night. Why was it feeling like my chest is being pierced? I say I don’t want to miss her.

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She flicked the first chapter open and begun to read it loud with Sheila reading along with her. "Here you are...the book you've been looking for!" They both read. Louisa cracked into a wide grin, and continued. "Within these pages you will find answers life's most important questions: 'What on earth am I doing here?' or, 'What's in my star?'. This book reveals that by nature you are seperated from reality, but your star offers you a way back to reality. This solution ensures that you will not be seperated from your star eternally. Faith is the key to living your reality from a dream..." "What does this mean?" Sheila asked her friend, for it was easy for her to read but to understand the lan

I could hear them screaming from down the corridor. "Maya. Listen." I grabbed her arm. Made her look at me. "I need you to know something." "Do not. Do not say goodbye. You are not dying." "I blamed you. For Marcus. For Blue Moon. For everything. I was wrong." "You were not wrong. It was my fault. All of it." "No. It was Damien's fault. And Kael's. And every man who thought they could take what they wanted without consequence." I coughed. Tasted copper. "You just loved the wrong person. We all do that. Does not make you responsible for what monsters do."

Kays laughs, and I settle comfortably against his chest and begin my story: “Evening fatigue settles on the shoulders like an unbearable weight. Gently swaying, and unpleasantly jolting over potholes, the passengers in the overcrowded minibus sat in gloomy silence, counting the stops until theirs…” _________ Thank you to everyone who read my book. I’m truly grateful to you all. If you enjoyed this story, please join me in reading the second book set in this world. It’s Fisa’s story and is titled When Fate Changes Plans.

She really did just want Autumn to be the only heiress of the Westwoods—basking in all the glory, all by herself. The room was terrifyingly quiet. Even the comment stream slowed. Someone cursed softly, "Are these people even human?" Autumn ignored all the chatter. She just bowed her head and kept reading. After leaving the Westwoods' house, I felt awful. I couldn’t help but crouch by the road and vomit all my stomach contents. I went to the hospital and asked the doctor, if I gave up treatment, how long could I live? His answer was two months. That’s good. At least, I’ll make it past New Year’s. If I’m lucky, I can even watch the first buds sprout in spring.

the crash of a plate, my door, locked, my headphones, music, loud, drowning, my pillow wet, my heart small, my world broken, my fault, always my fault, for not being enough, for not fixing them, for hiding, for surviving. I blinked, tears streaming, my breath coming in odd gasps, my bedroom now, my heart heavier, more compact, the photograph, Victor, her, them, it's all my fault. I didn't even know when he said kids were with him. I didn't ask, didn't overthink it.