Novel & Cerita Who Died In The Fault In Our Stars

He had to take large amounts of anti-rejection medication daily. Meanwhile, Judith uploaded all the evidence of Zachary's plagiarism of my designs online, clearing my name. Upon learning the truth, Zachary's once-loyal fans were furious. They relentlessly harassed him, threatening and insulting him so much that he couldn't even leave the house. In the end, Zachary died at home when his anti-rejection medication ran out, and he couldn't make it to the hospital in time. His body wasn't discovered until it began to decompose. At the same time, a doubt began to surface in my mind. After Mom, Dad, and Zachary died, I saw no sign of their souls. Why, then, did I continue to exist?

Charlene was dead? The person who held secrets about her father… was dead!? “She died from rat poisoning. Her cell mates claimed that she had become so hungry that she would pick up things from the floor to eat. She accidentally ingested some rat poison this way, and by the time her cell mates returned, she was gone. Deirdre clutched the edge of her blanket tightly. Her mind blanked. ‘How did this happen? She just… died like that, so suddenly.’

NOAH. I stared at the bulletin in my hand for longer than necessary. Fredrick smith had died, from a cardiac arrest. It was all over the blogs and news. Something about it didn’t quite sit right with me. Frederick Smith didn’t strike me as the kind of man who would drop dead just like that. He seemed like he had almost conquered mortality. But then again, my mind went to Bianca. First it was her mother and now this. I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly.

My lips trembled as I stammered, "No! Ryan can't hold on for much longer. He needs a healer now!" "Is that so?" Felix let go of me and rose to his feet. He then walked over to Faith and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "But Faith needs the healers too. Her stomach still hurts because you scared her earlier." He then closed the door in my face, extinguishing my last flicker of hope. Ryan passed away that night. His little face had turned purple from a severe allergic reaction. Right before he took his last breath, he opened his eyes and mustered the last bit of strength he had left to caress my face with his small, cold hand.

Then he found Jasper, cut out one of his kidneys in a botched, brutal procedure, and killed himself by leaping into a river. Before his death, he recorded a video—denouncing Ruby's medical malpractice and cursing Jasper for sacrificing patients' lives to please his lover. Jasper survived the emergency surgery, but just barely. His organs began to fail. He couldn't walk, couldn't feed himself, couldn't even relieve himself without help. He was pitiful, but no one pitied him. The world said he had it coming. The year after our divorce, the Flint family hospital declared bankruptcy. Drowning in debt, his parents fled, abandoning him to his rotting, bedridden fate. His body festered with bedsore

"I went everywhere searching for you and only found your remains after you died, and I've lived in regret ever since with the knowledge that I murdered my own sister." I listened to him quietly and suddenly giggled. "You don't get it, Harry Grant—your regret means nothing to me." Staring at his face, which immediately turned pale, I then continued, "Let me tell you the truth that you didn't want to face—Susie didn't die because of kidney failure back then." Harry's head jerked up, his eyes widening and his pupils dilating. "W-What…?" I shrugged as I spoke slowly and clearly, "Susie Grant never died of illness, let alone kidney failure. She died from a drug overdose.

She sobs a little. I approach her and rub her back. "Davis confirmed." Davis was Max's best friend, they were always together. And Davis was dating Loren now. Max is dead. It seems incredible to me, until Friday I still watched him playing on campus with his friends, he smiled and celebrated his victories in a big way. Max was... the soul of that university and everyone loved him, but now... he is no more. It's amazing how one moment you are and the next day you're not. The future is uncertain.

It wasn't new, but it was rare, Austin Kings rarely cries and when he does, it must be something from his heart. "I'm sorry.." That was probably the millionth time he said that, holding her hand. He was going to hurt anybody that hurt her. "I love you." ~ "Ah." Kara groaned. It was less than an hour ago that she heard Cedric passed away and no, it wasn't from the gunshot. He survived that. Such a pussy, he couldn't afford to face jail but decided to kill himself. Yes, he killed himself. He had managed to get poison and until now, no one knows who gave it to him but an investigation is on.

I stand in the dark corridor and I do not move for a long time. In the first life, they waited three years. Patient and invisible and careful, and I never once suspected, not even close. I walked into the ballroom on our anniversary thinking I was happy. I died thinking I was loved. Three years. That was the plan before I changed something today. Before I said a different name and before Caelan looked at my face in the corridor and saw a woman who was not the one he remembered. Whatever I did, I moved their timeline. They are not waiting three years. They are already planning.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, picking up a photograph of the girl smiling widely, looking at the camera. Two weeks after Sebastian managed to track down Fathia's location at the hospital, in critical condition, with the doctors being rather tight-lipped about her progress, she passed away. Quietly and peacefully, joining her parents and beloved older sibling in heaven. He never thought he'd have to lose Fathia so soon. Yet... he could have protected her. Blaming himself had become a common practice throughout the passing days of Fathia's funeral. Many sweet memories now seemed to race through his mind, making it all the more painful.