Gemini Man Cancer Woman Novels & Stories

“No. No, no, no…” Jasmine stood there for a second, watching me unravel, before she lowered herself beside me. Her voice was softer now, like she was afraid the world would break if she spoke too loud. “We found out two years ago. Breast cancer. At first, they thought it was manageable. Surgeries, treatments, the whole battle. She was strong—God, Ry, you should’ve seen her. She kept smiling even when she lost her hair. Said she’d just rock scarves and put the rest of us to shame.”

Many were getting maimed or slaughtered by older, battle hardy males who were hoarding females. I was never worried about being hoarded by such males. Nobody wanted to square off with Remus. He had even frightened the two friends I had made into staying back. Kita would then speak to me through the woodline, under scrutinizing glare of Remus. Remus had never favored Kita, who was a rogue male. Kita was female crazy and eccentric. Too full of life and not enough of sense, Remus would say.

At the cue, the three, Jennifer, Kris, and Gemini, were prompted to go out of the room when the blood donation had been fixed, leaving Primo and Georgia in the room. Gemini slapped her hands on her face as though she was washing her face with water as her eyes still coated with disbelief. She knew that the worst thing would happen once the treasure caught the attention of a huge figure, but she didn’t know it was this worst when she finally knew it herself.

“Reputation matters to me equally! I am looking for a beautiful, educated, decent, and respected woman for Aries. Sadly, she lacks decency, education, and respect! I can only pity her! Not that, I mean, it’s her fault, but she is no match for Aries!” Keith moved away without a word while they continued to argue until Maria appeared with a drink and Aries changed the topic. *** Veronica and Genelia were quietly sitting on the bench on the balcony, staring at the full moon in the starry sky. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Genelia said. “Yeah! After many years, it is giving me some peace!” Veronica answered, rubbing her arms as the cool breeze hit her skin. “I wanted to say something for a really

Her illness was likely tied to frequent drinking with clients. Whether for personal or professional reasons, Dominic decided he would cover her treatment costs. Elsewhere, at the same time… Rosie sneered, "Are you sure?" The man in black nodded. "Her name is Abigail. She's one of the earliest employees of JewelMed. Her husband is paralyzed from the waist down. She has late-stage cancer. At home, she also supports elderly parents and a son who just started middle school." Rosie's lips curved upward. "She'll make a perfect piece. It's her."

Then, she thought of something and couldn't help asking, "Zoey, I've heard that Yara has cancer. Is it true?" "Yeah, it's in the late stages now, and the doctor said she has less than two years to live," Zoey casually answered. She knew Gemma didn't like Yara and hurriedly added, "This is karma. Back then, she snatched Dad from you. She deserves to have cancer now." She had no idea that Yara was listening to every word she was saying. Gemma smiled in disdain. "Zoey, you have to remember that she didn't snatch Lawrence from me. I was the one who dumped him. Got it?"

Human or not, she would find him and avenge her best friend. "Why, doc? Is she—” "No. She’s okay. However, I have questions for you. The woman you brought in is the Marshall Luna,” the doctor began and Gemma just looked at him. If looks could kill, this doctor would be the first to go down. "I mean, she has a wolf for a mate, right?” the doctor added fast, and Gemma let out a frustrated sigh.

After he hung up the phone, she took a piece of shrimp chip and took a bite, asking, "Whose call was it?" "A friend's call, I recently sought help in contacting experts in the field of liver cancer." Hannah nodded, "Have you seen Gemma?" Kendall glanced at her and said, "Two days ago, I had lunch with her. She didn't want to undergo chemotherapy and radiation therapy, and is currently only receiving conservative treatment." "So, you contacted the experts, were you trying to arrange surgery for Gemma?" "I wanted to wait and see how things would go after the expert consultation."

I began, moments later as he drove us to the hangar in the airport. "I'm all ears, ma’am," He said. "Earlier, you said that woman is sick. What sort of illness is it?" I asked. "Terminal ovarian cancer," He revealed, and I gasped in shock. She really didn't have enough time left to live. "Yes, she doesn't," The man replied, only then did I realize that I had thought aloud. Great, I was finally going to be reunited with my mother and she had a terminal illness. The universe must really hate me.

- The midnight streets were eerily quiet as Henley raced home. Every corner of their house felt hollow, wrong. "Joanna!" he called out, his voice bouncing off the walls. No answer. He tore through every room, but Joanna was nowhere to be found. Even her belongings had vanished, as if she had never existed. In the bathroom, he found a single, empty medication box—Gemcitabine. Joanna was really sick. Late-stage cancer. Yet why hadn't he noticed? Details he had overlooked before suddenly flooded his mind. It all made sense now.