They reminded me of Peter Pan's Lost Boys, wild and rebellious, but all grown up in a way that could only be described in one word: sexy.

A smile crossed Death's cold, skeleton face. "Looks like you're out of a job," he told her. The angel looked up at him, shocked. "I-it's not as easy as it looks," she insisted. [A compilation of short stories that are sometimes about life, but mostly about Death.]

Anyone who knows Alyson Moore knows she's obsessed with pinky promises. From the day she was taught by her mother what they were and how to make one, she made them all the time. Her mom told her the one things to remember about making a pinky promise, is that she should try her hardest if she made one never to break it. Because of that, she made a habit of not breaking them. When Alyson was eight, her mom died. She had lymphoma, cancer of the immune system. Every time now that she make a pinky promise, she remembers her mother, and what she taught her. And she'd sworn to herself, that she would always stay true to what her mother told her, and never break a pinky promise. Until the day came that she did.

//This is not The Fault in our Stars by John Green, it is a fanfiction. All copyright belongs to John Green and the Penguin Young Readers Group. This book contains spoilers// (Although I was the FIRST to write a fanfiction with this idea, I do not own the idea) Hazel Grace Lancaster has been mourning after the death of her boyfriend, Augustus Waters. What happens once Hazel finds out she is pregnant with her boyfriend, who is no longer living?