Fault In Our Stars Novels & Stories

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

“I know it wasn’t her fault…she was only seventeen and tired of following all the restrictions. But when she came hope early in the morning, she told me that she had not only been out clubbing…but she had actually kept contact with her ex-boyfriend secretly. The boyfriend she had made in the town we were staying at before. And somehow…I think that’s how the vampire’s found us.” “Mirage, you do realize that it literally means that it wasn’t your fault right?” Alex raised my head with his fingers under my chin. “What your sister did was a silly mistake that all teens are entitled to make. None of you are at fault. If a tiger chases a deer to prey on, does it make it the deer’s fault for simply

I moved back, taking retreating steps backward. "You're despicable! How dare you think I did this? You.. it's all your fault. If I hadn't argued with you on Mishap day, I would've been normal" She pointed at me, throwing the slippers at me. I jumped to the side, dodging it. "Mishap day? Mishap day is a myth." I frowned She scoffed, folding her arms. "Well, look at us" Her eyes cast down to her private part. "How.. how are you sure that it's mine? What if it's someone else's?" I pointed at it. She glared at me in disgust.

Lucas’s voice broke through, soft but firm, his hands finding mine as he pulled me close, his touch warm against my trembling fingers. My pulse quickened, my eyes stinging as I looked into his eyes, their warmth a lifeline in the chaos. My heart ached, my throat raw as he held me, his voice low, his heart open with love. “It’s not your fault,” he said, his eyes blazing with conviction, his hands squeezing mine. “None of this is on you—Austin’s the one who chose this. We’re going to get through it, together.” My tears fell faster, my throat burning with the weight of his words, my stomach churning with the guilt I couldn’t shake.

Out of nowhere, Richard dropped to the ground and scrambled to my feet, groveling before me like a pathetic dog. He was crying, his snot getting all over the place. "Yvette, I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry! Please forgive me. I'm begging you—just give me one more chance!" Tears ran down his face as he clutched at my ankle. "It's all Iris's fault! She seduced me and told me a real man should be ambitious. I lost my head for a moment, but the one I love is you. It's always been 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.

FATE. The development of events beyond a person's control, regarded as determined by a supernatural power; an inevitable and often tragic end. Having survived the frightening split, Anna refused to abandon Dylan. She was determined to understand the origin of his trauma—the deep childhood wounds that amplified the betrayal. As Dylan slowly emerged from his depressive state, he revealed the core of his BPD, the result of parental emotional abandonment and manipulation, leading Anna to realize that the monster was merely a frightened boy shaped by a cruel, predetermined fate.

They lost Elliot as a consequence of their prior poor errors of judgment, which they would have also brought to bear on them until this day. "Dad, we both made several mistakes next to each other. Every single thing that has happened is our fault equally. We both seem to have made the same wrong choices and decisions, you with your history with the Wilsons, and me due to my stubbornness and tenacity. We cannot change the reality we are currently facing, no matter how much we blame ourselves. We simply have to accept everything, no matter how hard it is."

It was a silent vow, a moment of perfect, painful understanding about our storm. We were a mistake. A beautiful, catastrophic mistake. And we were making it together.

Some days it was almost enough to distract him. The ache never left him either. If anything, five years taught him to recognize its particular rhythms the way you learn the moods of a chronic illness — worse in winter, worse at night, worse on the anniversary of a ceremony he'd spent five years trying and failing not to count the days toward. Torren stayed beside him through all of it, steady, unflinching, the closest thing to family Kade had left that didn't come wrapped in obligation.