The Fault In Our Stars Book Setting Novels & Stories

Love stories, resilient spirits, and unforeseen twists unfolded before them, each moment etched in the luminescent script of Sterling Manor's cosmic legacy. In the inciting incident of this celestial convergence, a subtle twist emerged. The astral landscape around them began to shift, merging scenes from the past, present, and potential futures. Victoria and Alexander found themselves standing in Sterling Manor yet glimpsing moments that transcended the boundaries of time, offering a profound understanding of the mansion's timeless influence.

SUNRISE HIGH APARTMENT New York Central Faith pov 2:30am The blaring of my phone divert my attention from my laptop. I picked it up. "What it is?" I asked as I reading the document on my laptop. "Faith, this girl punctured the tire of my car with the little weapon that she call bobby pin can you believe that" My brother exclaimed. "Where are you" I asked as I rub my temple I already see my headache is coming.

I give Thorn an encouraging smile and say, “I will be back before you know it.” Thorn lays down with his eyes fixating on the entrance. I slowly walk down the stairs, which lead to a massive hall with a bridge. I walk onto the bridge and gasp when I look down. The building is round with different levels of walls filled with books. I cannot even see the ground, there are just walls with books as far as the eye can see. On every level, there are some cozy chairs against the railings. I look around but all the chairs are empty except one a few levels down. I can see a bundle of blond hair sticking out which can only be Faith. I hur-ry down to the level and run towards Faith hugging her before s

So he lit it and blew the smoke away from the room and towards the cold air of the night. "They won't forget about it," I answered him. "But it'll let them think of something else. The wedding of the century. Honeymoon. Kids. They have our entire future to plan." I took my robe from the foot of the bed and joined Lucas on the balcony. For a moment, there was silence. Only the crickets made the sound from the garden below. I leaned on the flat railings and looked up at the stupid stars twinkling above us, playing with the glass. Lucas did the same, blowing out a cloud of smoke away from my face. I knew that Lucas was thinking about his response and he was so tensed his jaw was twitching.

"Then the orchard." She looked at me for a long moment. The New York night through the windows behind her, the city doing its permanent restless thing forty-three floors below, and in this room just the two of us and the empty wall that would hold the book's first question and the desk facing the window and the notebooks on nightstands somewhere in Seattle waiting for August. "I'm glad we came here first," she said. "Before August." "Before everything." She paused. "I wanted to make this ours before we made the orchard ours."

Faith replied, turning her face to the sky again. “Reminds me of when I was little. We lived in an old farmhouse out in the country about an hour north of town. No city lights around. At night, we’d go lay in our front yard in the grass and just look at all the stars.” She sounded peaceful, relaxed, filled with wonder. “Rick, look! Shooting stars.” He smiled, put his arm around her as she snuggled up and laid her head on his bare chest. “You have to make a wish now.”

The open page showed neat rows of words written in small, careful script: They say the Light has no shadow, but even stars fall upon the ground. She smiled faintly, then closed the book and covered him with her cloak. When she stepped outside, the snow had stopped. The sky was clear, the stars so sharp they seemed to hum. Frost had crept higher along the chapel walls, spiraling into intricate patterns that glowed faintly with silver light. Balance was stirring, restless. Lucien approached from the gate, his breath misting in the cold. “The fires from the valley are visible now. You can see them from the ridge.”

Chapter 157 *~°*~°*~°* Elizabeth *~°*~°*~°* | 6-7 Months | Location: St. Louis, Missouri | It’s ridiculous how quickly situations in life can change. One moment you're happy, and the next… it’s heartbreak all through. That's the story of my life. I'm on the run with my swollen belly, and it is already getting really exhausting. Everytime I close my eyes, I see those masked men again, I listen for gunshots and it has really been giving me sleepless nights.

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.

The sounds of the city, the festival, and the Star-Republic faded into a single, beautiful note of music. ​They weren't in a city anymore. They were standing in the original Gutter—the one from the very first chapter. But there was no "Rot." There was no sulfur-mist. The rusted shipping containers were covered in white roses, and the grey concrete was carpeted in thick, emerald moss. ​The moon above was full and silver, casting a long shadow of a wolf and a girl against the flowers. ​"Is this the end?" Elena asked, leaning her head against his shoulder.