The Fault Is Not In Our Stars Novels & Stories

The conversation in the living room was still going. They thought I was still asleep. I lowered my gaze, letting the dim bedside lamp cast its glow over the red marks scattered across my wrists and legs—all of them intimate, all of them theirs. "She's not going to give all three of us to her sister." "Yeah. At least one of us is staying." "Tch. Carol's dull and boring. If you want to stay, go ahead. I'm not." "...Neither am I."

I swear, I've only been with you! A stretcher was wheeled out of the hospital. Ethan's blood had soaked his shirt. If the bleeding wasn't stopped soon, he would be in serious danger. As they wheeled him away, he still clung to his delusions. "Vivian, I've thought a lot this past month. I really do love you. "I made mistakes, but all men do. My heart has always belonged to you. I swear, from now on, I'll be faithful to only you.

Tiny diamonds formed a ring of stars, cradling a silver crescent in the center. My breathing stopped. I had sketched that design when I was fifteen, in the corner of my old sketchbook. The day Ryan confessed to me, he had pointed at that drawing, his voice shaking. “Jane, one day when I have money, I’ll make this for you. “Stars always stay beside the moon. “Just like I’ll never break my promise to you.” Now he had finally made it. He just put it on someone else. On screen, Wendy touched the pendant at her collarbone and smiled shyly.

“Daddy, why didn’t you let Mommy go? All the stories say this is how the prince and princess end up together.” Her innocent words tore open wounds I’d tried hard to seal. “Luna—” I began, but Amber quickly cut me off, afraid I’d lose my temper at Luna. But I just smiled and gently touched Luna’s cheek. “You’re right, sweetheart. It was Daddy’s fault for standing in the way of the prince and the princess. But from now on, I’ll try to be a proper knight instead. Would that be okay?” They were the gentlest words I’d ever spoken, yet Luna squirmed away, leaving my hand suspended.

We were both lying on my bed, staring at the ceilings when we both cleared our throats at the same time. "You first." We said at the same time and both turned to look at each other, laughter in our eyes and smiles on our lips. "You go first." I stated, almost firmly and she nodded before turning her face towards the ceiling again, her right palm on her lower abdomen and her her left palm beneath her head. I copied her posture. "I'm sorry for causing the rift between you and Tobi." I opened my mouth to say something but I closed it back because I absolutely did not have anything to say.

The room was filled with an air of tension, and Stella's expression was a mix of uncertainty and frustration. Stella commented, "I wasn't sure if this place was right. I mean, there's always some struggle, isn't there?" Mrs. Fitzgerald, her tone laced with annoyance, responded, "Stella, we've been through this a hundred times. It's a beautiful venue, and your father thought it was perfect." Andy chimed in, trying to diffuse the situation, "Stella, it's going to be a great setting, trust me." Kamran stepped forward and placed a comforting hand on her arm. "Yes, Stella, don't worry too much."

“Did you think about what I said the other day?” “What did you say the other day?” “I want to be in your life, Ruby.” “We both know that can't happen, not after everything that took place” “The moon goddess was right when she fixed us together I was just too blind” “Well that's on you, it's not my fault that you didn't see me” “It's not your fault, it's mine. I was being a dumb kid” “And you think you are a man now” “I believe I am, just let me show you. give me a chance”

Kane from the hot searches by doing that. Felicity was scrolling through Facebook in Clouditude International. She was boiling with anger, as she read the comments. "How brainless can these idiotic fans be? So what if Stella did not help her? What fucking rule did she break for not doing that? They should be glad that you did not step on Mistress Young after what she had done!

Did I seriously hurt both my friends? "No, don't feel like you're the cause of this, Larissa, you are not," Star said firmly. "You warned me not to get involved sexually with him until I was sure he liked me. You made me promise to never let temptation persuade me into sleeping with him but I didn't listen. I could have stopped him, he was drunk, but I didn't. I thought if I slept with him, he'd have no choice but to love me. I thought if I gave him my body, he'd see me in a different light but I was wrong. It's not your fault, Larissa, it is mine."

This is all my fault. If I didn't fuck up in the first place, we wouldn't been in this mess. I drew the stool close to the bed and sat down. I took her hands from under the duvet and held it in mine. "Eve, I'm sorry." "This is all my fault." "If only I had been a better man to you, we wouldn't be in this mess." I said to her feeling downcast like never before. "Oh my, a shooting star!" I heard someone say from the hallway.