Tfios Stories

What if, on that special night in Amsterdam, Hazel and Gus created a new little infinity? Four weeks after that night Hazel learns that she is pregnant with an almost dead guy's baby. Gus is still alive in the first chapter.

NEW YORK REPENTANCE | ❝ wait, you want me to do good? allfather, just kill me now.❞ Stripped of his godly powers and sent to New York City in the body of a dyslexic, anxiety-ridden teenage boy, the Norse god of Mischief, Lies, and Trickery, Loki, must learn to do good and earn the forgiveness of the all-father, Odin by cleaning New York City of his past mistakes, and enlists the help of a group of kids all part their school's drama club that has a reputation for being cursed, and the club is carrying its curse, undermining them with the deadly secrets they hold. OC x OC | status: open Marvel / Original Apply Fic Extended Summary Inside

❝poems and poets never die but with time their beauty withers, i wonder if they bloom again.❞ ~ #151 in poetry #262 poem #37 poesia #162 poems #14 melancholy date: 5 April 2021

I live an extraordinary life. I live to the fullest. I have as many friends as I can count up to, I have an amazing sexy boyfriend, and I have a pretty fit body (not trying to be vein, or self centered, just stating the truth). The only thing holding me down... Is type 1 diabetes. Nobody knows I have it. Not even my best friend, Tessa. You see, if people found out, they could take it one of two ways. They could feel sympathy for me and my situation, and pity me and all the shots I take every day, or they could hate me and never want anything to do with me because I'm not as perfect as I claim to be. What happens to Autumn when the whole school finds out?

Sequel to TFIOS, fan fic and short story. Enjoy :)

My ending to TFIOS

Meet Callie: a senior in high school and a nobody who planned on doing life just like her sister told her to - don't make a scene. don't be different. get a job, get an education. and above all, never fall in love. Meet Dylan: a senior in high school, a somebody, the one everyone wanted, the one no one could get, the one everyone thought was your stereotypical-party-loving-frat-boy, and above all, the one no one really knew.

"It's just that sometimes, we just sit here and be damned wondering what our place is in the cosmos." * * * A conversation between two friends in the middle of the night leads into something more. * * * [A short story told in just 6 chapters.] [warning: swear words included]

"Art, Teagan, is not supposed to be pleasing to the eye. Art is supposed to make you feel something deep down. I know I have not known you for the longest of time, but when I saw you, for the first time, I knew there was something about you; the way you blushed, walked, talked, laughed; all of those factors took part into the reason of having to get to know you. I just had to know more, I just needed to know you. You are art Teagan, and you do indeed make me feel something." he finished. I was completely speechless and from the looks of it, he could tell I was. He bent down to the top of my head and kissed my forehead gently.

"My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations." Now he was a star, along with the billions and trillions of them already shining on me once the day drew to an end and the night was getting out of bed. He was a brighter star than the rest. He was gone. Hazel Grace Lancaster suffered a loss that brought her such pain, the cancer did not even compare. Depression was a side effect of cancer. Cancer was a side effect of dying. Death was a side effect of nothing but death. In a way, it was all an endless loop. Birth, death, birth, death, birth, oh, why not throw some cancer in there, too?, sooner death. The continuous, repetitive life cycle so many people went through. Not even six months after Augustus's death, the town Hazel had grown comfortable with had transformed into a nightmarish hell. The daily routine got challenging. The hourly routine grew unfamiliar. Life had become unsatisfying. Not that it hadn't been satisfying before. Cancer takes the "satisfying" out of everything. "Satisfying" becomes "settled for" and "settled for" means "enough to consider". Cancer sucks. Follow Hazel Grace on her continuing life after Augustus Waters, as hard as it may be to believe. At times, it may not even be considered life. It would be "enough to consider" life. She is greeted with new challenges, new friends, new enemies, good and bad news, and so much more.

"let me be the one to
lift your heart up and save your life
i don't think you even realize
baby, you'd be saving mine" Mia Jackson was just a normal girl, even though she survived cancer. She hated pitiful looks and fake condolences, so no one knew. Peter Parker was just a normal boy, even though he was New York City's savior. He needed to keep his loved ones safe, so no one knew. Both had their secrets, but when sparks begin flying between the two, how long until everything is revealed? COMPLETED ✔️

All tales hold more than just stories. This is a series of short re-told tales with a unique twist of refreshing new elements. here I can't grantiy you happiness by something to live by. © 2015 All rights reserved. + All the stories are from old ones I just wipped off the dust and added spices. + Still they are original I just took the characters so please don't copy

"Let's play a game" he whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine. I looked at him, staring into his brown eyes filled with lust and hunger. I nodded as I looked deep into his caramel eyes with my hands lightly playing with his light brown hair. "Friends with benefits," what?!? "Think about it, we both need pleasure, and you're a virgin," he stopped and laughed a little. "and I know you like me so..?" he whispered again, dragging his boney fingers up and down my jaw line. I thought about it. I always thought about it. I nodded making a smirk grow on his face. "But," he paused, holding his finger up to my lips, "no strings attached, just fun, that's all" What the fuck did I just get myself into. "Tomorrow" he stated. "What?" "Tomorrow it starts" and with that he fell asleep, so there was no protesting. - Just a better version of the last one!

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