Cane River Novels & Stories

In that way, I can survive. “BULL***!” he mumbled, breaking everything, he sees. My uncle and that forever alcohol-loving and low-tempered uncle that is worst than my aunt. In this house, in this life, and in the years that I have endured. Nothing changes, but it only got worst. “Damn this life! F*** with this world!” He curses and continues doing so. Drunk and wasted. Like an angry bull in a bullfight against its arch-enemy, or perhaps an Alpha dog defending his territory. The devil and the very manifestation of Satan. The omen, the death sentence with the ticking bomb for my life and when should it end for me?

Her passion for the rainforest was evident in her every word, and her enthusiasm helped her fellow passengers appreciate the beauty and importance of this unique ecosystem. “But why,” asked Gloria, her voice filled with curiosity, “is there no bridge over the A****n River?” Sonia, a seasoned tour guide and expert on the A****n rainforest, was ready to answer Gloria’s query. "The A****n River," Sonia began, "is a unique and extraordinary natural wonder. It is the largest river system in the world, spanning over 6,400 kilometres and boasting an incredibly complex network of tributaries and channels. Its sheer size and the immense volume of water it carries pose significant challenges for bridg

A single feather from a bird not seen in Nsia for a hundred years. The river is still giving back.

I’m spared from fainting because his back is facing me and the abs I’ve seen earlier aren’t assaulting my senses. But when lightning strikes again, I’m treated to one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen in my life. Mr. Cane’s arms, from his shoulder to his wrist, are covered in intricate tattoos. There’s one that creeps from his shoulder blade to the edge of his collarbone. I can’t see properly the rest but from my view, it’s already so damn good-looking. His bulging muscles emphasize the grooves and complicated patterns, making it seem 3D and textured.

I had no doubt it was her. Damn, I was still pulling my hair in frustration. I didn’t even say anything to her. If I thought River was Raven, I was wrong. River wouldn’t ride a bike. She had a 4Runner. Come to think about it, I usually saw it parked out in the lot. She hardly drove it.

Kane looked down. A small fish swam lazily in the bowl. "...Stanley," he repeated. "He's been with me for a while," Mona said, crouching slightly, tapping the glass gently. "Say hi." Kane huffed a quiet laugh. "Hey, Stanley." Mona grinned. "See? He likes you already." Kane shook his head slightly, but there was something softer in his expression now. "Ready?" he asked. Mona stood, grabbing her bag.

Jealous of the attention the thoughts of her sister was getting, a migraine came in and kissed it's way into her head. "Here. Have this." Eleanor opened her eyes and found that Anna was holding out a huge flask to her. "What is that?" "A native drink from Western Africa. One of my friends brought me back some from her trip." "How does your realm-" "I have human friends too." Eleanor closed her eyes. Her head was throbbing. "What is it?" She managed to get out. "A local drink." "Why're you giving it to me?" "A peace offering." Eleanor breathed out a weak smile.

Not like she is angry that they don't call her, she just feels alone. The one friend she had was murdered in cold blood. She was lost in her thought that she didn't know they had already reached the River. She never saw anywhere like it. There was so many villagers swimming in the River. "Wow! She exclaimed. Marcus started laughing for he understands why she exclaimed the way she just did. The Canaboo River is one of the largest and the villagers always find a way to decorate it and make it more welcoming. "This place is amazing". She added.

A rush of crashing dried leaves came to her ear, and she immediately drew her bow and hurriedly put her arrow and adjusted her aim. “Who’s there?” she shouted. A few minutes had passed, and a deafening silence greeted her. She looked around and heightened her senses. Maybe it was just a wild animal passing by, and she was just anxious. Malaika put back her weapon behind her and continued walking at a slow pace this time, until she reached the portion of Kauzan River. It was the longest river stretching between the territories of Hala and Axum, where the primary source of water was the Great Lake of Virina.