Capricorn Loves Cancer Novels & Stories

He choked on his words. Right. He couldn’t even spit it out. I extracted my hand from his. “Be serious. You’re a damn Cancer. Our incompatibility is out of our hands as it’s written in the stars. And there’s the glaring lack of mate bond. Sure, maybe if you were human. But you are not just any wolf. Alphas need their destined mate, babe. I’m certain I am the last person who could make you happy.”

They are like inseparable friends. Alice and Precious are like Soulmates who have a lot in common. They have the same taste in clothes, the same favorite foods and the same hobbies. They like to go to bars and also like to follow street rock bands. That's when they met Edward, a vocalist in a street rock band who performed from one bar to another. Because they have the same tastes, Precious and Alice are equally attracted to Edward who looks handsome and masculine. However, because Edward was more interested in Alice who approached him openly, Precious chose to step back and change her direction to Ben, a drummer in the same band as Edward.

Feigning concern, she asked, “Is anyone here a Virgo?” Leonardo frowned. Lucia was a Virgo. Casually, Lorenza added, “By the way, what’s Lucia’s horoscope again?” Davide knew—but stayed silent. “Please continue,” Leonardo said. Marcello nodded. “Virgos clash badly with Taurus. Constant conflict, instability in career. Geminis can negatively affect children’s health.” Leonardo fell silent. Recently, every encounter with Lucia had ended in an argument.

The first was to remove the eyes to prevent the cancer from spreading, while the second was to rely on chemotherapy to slowly kill off the cancer cells. Howard immediately chose the first option, just like he had with me. When Camilla found out she was going to lose her eyes, she wept exceptionally pitifully. She said she didn't want to go blind and become a crippled person. She claimed she couldn't handle such suffering. However, Howard simply sneered before grabbing her by the jaw and saying, "If you want to live, you're going to do as I say. If not, you can get the hell out of here right now and wait until the cancer kills you."

The place was serene and calm, a bit too calm. Caroline opened the door and slid out of the car with Alex’s help when she saw that he wasn’t moving, she narrowed her eyes. “ Come out, Carter.” He closed his eyes and took a sharp breath before he got out of the car and followed Caroline and Alex. The two brought white lilies from the nearby shop and Carter smirked shaking his head. There she goes running her head and forcing her own will upon someone else once again, Cruz didn’t even like white. In fact, he detested it, his favourite was red and he loved everything that had to do with red, he once told him a f*cked up thing about himself and that - he absolutely loved the colour of blood, th

“Our lunar serum isn’t a cure, but it buys time—more than you had. Maybe enough for the moonstone pools.” “The what?” Albert leaned against the doorway. “Moonstone therapy. Reserved for kin of alphas. It draws the curse into the stone—if your body is strong enough to resist the backlash.” Emerie blinked. “And if it’s not?” Albert’s voice was quiet. “Then it kills you faster.” The healer patted her shoulder. “But you are already dying. You came to live. So live a little longer. Make the choice.” Emerie hesitated. “Why offer it to me?”

“I’m scared, I’m no longer cancer free. I might get sick again and after that I will undergo chemotherapy. I hate this fukcing cancer. Up until now, it kills my happiness. The happiness of staying by your side. I don’t wanna leave you, Ely.” Ely burst her tears and hugged Lucifer. She can’t lie nor deny that the cancer is getting back again. His voice became hoarse and the blood stains in his saliva from his throat.. “I will not leave you, we will fight this battle again. We did it right? And for the second time, you will still live longer. We will live together until we get old.” “But I don’t want to see you suffering while I am battling this shit?” “No, we will fight this together, okay?”

“You think you can ruin my life and then sit here and talk about want, like it will erase everything you’ve done? You tried to kill me. You poisoned your friend’s food.” Luca leaned forward, his gaze never leaving hers. “Ruin your life?” he echoed, his tone soft, almost incredulous. “Kiara, everything I’ve done—every single thing—was for us. For you. Because I love you.” Her laugh was bitter and sharp. “Love? You don’t even know what that word means. Manipulation, lies, poison—that’s what you call love?”

“Vangie, I know you. You’re a good person.” Vangie forced a smile. “T-Thank you,” she said, clasping her hands in her lap. “You probably already know about his past relationship, right?” Vangie looked up. “Yes, Ate. He told me. Why?” Lucia nodded. “Good. It’s just… you know, when Bert falls for someone, he gives his all. I’m just afraid the same thing might happen again. You’re a mother too, right? I just don’t want my son to get hurt.”

Perhaps she thought distance would shield her from the invisible web I was weaving around her, but little did she know that in this game, there was no escape. Behind her, Vito, my ever-loyal companion, flashed a disapproving smile and chimed in, "Mat, you should stop scaring the poor girl." He always had a sense of compassion that I often found tedious. In his eyes, fear was a game not worth playing. But where was the fun in that? Fear was an art form, and I was a master at it.