The Fault In Our Stars Novels & Stories

Friends, not knowing we had broken apart, filled my inbox with complaints. One of them told me Zachary and Tracy had rented out the entire amusement park for a date. He had spent 50 million dollars on fireworks by the river, lighting up the night for Tracy. They even stayed on a mountaintop until sunrise, sharing pictures on Instagram to parade their romance. I stared in silence at the photos our friends sent me. Could Zachary have forgotten that I had once done every one of those things in those photos with him? If he wanted to disgust me so much, how could he not feel the same?

At a gathering with friends, my boyfriend, Donovan McPherson, suggested we play a game of “I Have, Have You?” The winner would get to make one request of him. Everyone there knew I had been trying to get him to make me, Celeste Campbell, Mrs. McPherson for five years, and for as long he had not obliged. Now they all assumed he was giving me a chance. So, tacitly aligned, everyone held back to let me win. But his childhood sweetheart, Lily Kensington, would not relent. “Donovan watched the first snowfall with me. “He gave me a scarf he knitted with his own hands. “The tattoo on his wrist is my initials. “His passenger seat is permanently adjusted to fit my height.” After those four, I had onl

Wendy Fisher loves me with all her heart. Ten years ago, she was willing to trade her life to save mine. I give up my money, power, and identity without hesitation to elope with her. But when I go into shock from blood loss after a car accident, I can't get through to her on the phone. At that moment, her assistant posts a picture on Instagram with the caption, "Reunited as a family of three, safely and happily." In the photo, I see Wendy holding the baby's hand. She's so happy that she's even forgotten to take off her wedding ring. It turns out even a love forged in life and death amounts to nothing more than this. I smile bitterly and dial my stepmother's number. "I want to restore

A sentence had been written across the middle of the page. The children must never be separated again. I read it twice. My chest tightened. “Great, look at this.” He leaned closer. His expression grew serious as he read the sentence. “Who wrote this?” I shook my head. “I don't know.” I continued turning the pages until I reached the final entry. The handwriting was different from the rest. It was hurried, uneven, and almost impossible to read. But I managed to make out the words. If anyone finds this notebook, tell the children that what happened was not their fault.

Three years after remarrying her childhood sweetheart, Greg Gilliam, Kathleen Whelan attends a casual alumni get-together. There, she overhears a secret about her husband. Rita Elway, once the prettiest woman on campus, has clearly had too much to drink. When someone asks about the wildest thing she's ever done, she swirls her glass. Her eyes are glassy, and there's a taunting edge to her voice. "Being Greg's other woman, obviously! And his wife is so stupid, she actually thinks we broke things off. I had his baby, I live in his mansion, drive one of his prized supercars, spend his money, and even have his family's staff waiting on me!" The room goes dead silent. Every eye turns to Kath

“stella, it isn't your fault anything happened and it obviously isn't mine either, I understand how fucking worked up you are, I know it's a lot to take in at the moment but you heard what he said as well, it's an hormonal imbalance and it's all because your ovulation had stopped, I admit to my fault, I should have approached you on the whole thing at first and I really am sorry things ended up in a way as such, but then again we are lucky it's nothing much, just a couple of meds, your nutrient and diet changed that's all, okay?., well work this out. I promised and I'll make it up to you, I'm really sorry baby.” he apologized.

Time seemed to have stopped the moment she appeared, everyone turned to look at her. The woman blinked open her scarred eyelids and peered at the scene in front of her with her forest green eyes, "Falling Stardust has sure grown a lot since I've been away," she said in reference to the large army and the forcefield now extending outside the Six Star Mountains.

Dana looked at her with a blank look and then she tore her gaze from her to stare at the campfire in front of them. "I was wondering..." Dana began. "If being a Blood Star is really a curse or a blessing." Faline dazedly woke to an aching back and shifted awkwardly beneath her blanket. Her blue eyes blurrily blinked from behind white fabric as the bright waxing moon shone beams through the window. Hanna’s soft snores echoed through the house, bouncing off the walls. “Dana...” Faline yawned as she rolled over in an attempt to find a more comfortable position. "Another weird dream, huh...”

Segun said and Rosa waved at him as her husband joined her in the back seat of their Lincoln town car. "Meravicks Hospital," Osaro instructed the driver, then turned to his wife as he held her in his arms, ignoring her quizzed look. "I need you to be strong, my love. Our daughter has been involved in an accident," he said thickly. Rosa stiffened in her husband's arms but he shook her loose. She started to shake her head as she raised her voice in a lament. "Will this trail of tragedy never end, Osaro?! Whom has my daughter offended that will not let her rest?!"

Again, we are not werewolves but still there is that sort of magical spark that they talk of when a mate touches you. I rolled my eyes and looked at his hand on my tummy. "Ohh, sorry about that. I was just trying to comfort your tummy." He tried to look apologetic but his smirk gave him away. In a little while, he drove up to a gas station.. "Go grab something please while I get some fuel on this car." "What do you like?" "I don't like sweets. Just maybe a ham and bacon croissant and dark coffee." "Ok." I loosened the belt and opened the door.