Marie Kanker Novels & Stories

“That old apartment I pretended to live in? I never really stayed there. It was just for show.” Marie nodded. “Exactly. No one can connect us. The world knows me only as ‘K’ — the ghost hacker. No one has ever seen my face. That’s how we stay safe.” My stomach growled loudly. I hadn’t eaten much this morning. Marie noticed and smiled. “Are you hungry?” “Yes,” I admitted. “I ran out before breakfast.” We left the dark basement and went upstairs to the small kitchen. Marie moved her wheelchair expertly to the counter and started dishing out food she had already prepared — warm rice, chicken stew, and vegetables. She placed the plate in front of me.

I promised. Marie, a college student who came from a dysfunctional family living in a slum area where I met her a year ago. *** “Good morning, Sir. Welcome to Chikenasal,” a counter crew welcomed me with the beam and energy as I stepped forward after waiting the line in a fast-food chain so I could bring this to my wife Aileen to her workplace since she left the house without having her breakfast. “Yes, thank you. Can I take one C1 breast part and One chicken soup.” ‘

She forgot the correct names. "Yes. Clarisse," Sarah said. "I'm sorry I always mistook her for Karen," she added. This made Niko think again. Perhaps there really is a Karen. "Who is Karen?" Niko asked. "Do you know Michele?" Sarah asked instead of answering who was Karen. "Yes. She was Robert's wife." Niko answered. "First wife." Sarah corrected Niko. "She died from breast cancer," Sarah added. It was indeed what was written in the medical forms Niko was checking the other day.

'Looks like he noticed something. Marie’s lips twitched as she revealed, "Okay, he had a couple of instances of upset stomach over the last few days. Sometimes it’d get so bad that he'd lie down on the ground. I asked him to go to the hospital but he refused to go. Why do you ask, Big Brother?" Marie was curious. "Are there any herbs in this field that can cure cancer?" Marie shook her head. "No, there isn’t." Adrian looked at Marie and said nothing more. He glanced at the field of herbs once more and seemed rather helpless.

’ she thought. “But,” the doctor started, which made her smile fade. “What is it, doc?” Mariane asked when she noticed that the doctor was hesitant to speak. “We ran some tests on him. And we found out that he has brain cancer.” With what the doctor had just said, Mariane gasped. “In what stage, doc?” she asked. “Glioblastoma (GBM) Stage four.” Mariane got stunned, and she remained speechless for a second. ‘Stage four. That fast? But how does it happen? Where did he get it?’ Mariane got clouded by her thoughts when the doctor tapped her shoulders. And it made her come back to her senses.

In Sara's old house, Mariane was in more deteriorated health, Claude was doing everything possible to take his children to a temporary surrogate family, hoping that Sara would be able to get them back when she was free, because they hoped that she would be released soon, there was no doubt about that. The situation for Sara's mother was desperate, although her cancer never metastasized, it was only located in her stomach, she never had a treatment that would help her fight it in time and her precarious situation made her health worsen, stress, poor quality of life and smoking had wreaked havoc inside her, she was already a few days away from death and she wasn't even going to be able to do

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."

Diego chuckled lightly. “you’re never going to let me live that down” I huffed and if I had the strength id roll my eyes for effect. “I’m sure your fully informed of what Maria had to do to survive. Maybe some anti- depressants and sleeping pills may help her?” Diego questioned all humour gone.