Tropic Of Cancer Novel Novels & Stories

The face remained impossible to distinguish. Just darkness. A silhouette. The head itself appeared oddly pointed, as though covered by some kind of hood. “I hear you're about to embark on your first adventure in the wider world.” The stranger stopped beside the bed. “You need a little preparation if you want your life to remain inside that ugly body of yours.” His tone remained conversational. “But first, you must become familiar with pain. Because death and danger feel very much the same.” The shadow leaned closer. “And they’re a lot less pleasant than fish-head curry or fried chicken with green chili.”

I squinted and gave the bomb expert a half-smile. "There’s no need to waste time with words.” "Just do your thing, and quick." He nodded and got down to business with his tools. I licked my back teeth. Great. Now of all times I was dying for a smoke. The afternoon in Safrana? It was blazing hot. I had been standing in the blazing sun for what felt like an eternity, and it seemed like the sun was trying to cook me alive.

She instructed her best friend and rushed to the bathroom. "What's this?" Tasha found something on her desk. she picked up the booklet and turned the pages, "A new novel?" she exclaimed. "Wait!" Arielle shouted from the bathroom, she had the habit to write it down instead of typing her stories, she used her gift to write 2-3 chapters of her new novel last night before going to bed. She rushed out with the toothbrush still on her hand. "Give that to me." "Nope. You're writing a new novel? A romance novel at that?" Tasha ran around the room reading the notes.

Just because Hector Doyle's true love refused to conceive a child, he used my body to bear their child. "It should be an honor for her to bear our child," he said. "At least she's of some use. So what if she dies? My client happened to give me a spot at a cemetery. We can just pick the best spot for her, right?" It turned out that cancer was never going to take my life—but that bastard was. … Tension hung thick in the operating room after what Hector said to the doctor.

First the nihilistic rambling would come, then the dementia, then the violence. Gangs started to grow, some formed up as a militia to protect their homes, a few were genuine small time criminals who had increased in popularity. But there were others who moved differently, who acted differently. These were outsiders. And they were the ones who took Jonas Cruz from his home, along with a few hundred other people and locked them in some tiny airship forced to cook the very substance that led to his community’s ruin.

Belle's perspective. The train ticket took me to a quiet seaside town, where I began a new life. There was a little bookstore in town, and I became the clerk who organized the shelves. The store was always hushed, with only two sounds breaking the silence: the rhythm of waves crashing against the seawall, and the soft rustle of pages turning. Joe's face, Ivy's words, the blinding lights of that celebration banquet–they all began to blur, as though fading into the distance.

One thing was sure nobody was safe, from commoner to aristocrat; everyone was infected with the disease that was later remembered as the Crown disease or Crown Virus. A group of ten individuals left town before the infection was starting to spread and stayed in a cave until the pandemic was over. III For now we leave the North and travel down South. Gerta woke that day, too early, even for her own taste. The day was warm with a gentle breeze. She left her room, looked at her beautiful rose garden. The garden was at least three times larger than the normal garden. It was always a place, where liked to be alone surrounded by rows or crimson red rose and a special one, an icy blue rose. She al

collapsed onto the ground. *Argh!* The pain was horrific, like hot needles being pierced into every single cell of his body. It was worse around his eyes which felt like they were burning up from the inside out. After a few minutes the pain subsided. He gathered his strength and stood up once again. Moving through the crowd he reached the end of the land after about 20 minutes of walking. He scuttled closer to the edge and peered down only to be met with nothing but whiteness. Pure white, as far as the eye could see. He squinted and looked upwards and was shocked! There were Nine moons and Three suns shining brightly in the sky. Sheng Chen stood there for several minutes, trying to t

As she was scanning for books that would interest her, she found a peculiar one on the top part of the shelf that seems to be purposely hidden from their sight. ‘what is that? Did father bought a new classic?’ With the strange book piquing her interest, she found a taller stool to stand upon and laboriously reaching the velvety green looking book in the farthest side of the top shelf. ‘Almost there. A little bit more….’ “Uhhh, what are you doing?” The sudden question shocked Utopia, resulting of her to lose her balance and landing on her butt pitifully. Shuffles of feet and clothes, along with the groans of pain from the princess was heard inside the library.

"There’s nothing wrong with it. It just faces north. It’s too cold. I want a south-facing room. It doesn’t matter if it’s smaller." I really was cold. The brain tumor had thrown off my body’s ability to regulate temperature. It felt like I was trapped in a freezer all the time. Only sunlight gave me even a hint of warmth. "Cold? Then turn on the A/C." Mom looked at me like I was being unreasonable. "The south-facing room is your Uncle Jonathan’s study. The other one is a storage room." "Then I’ll take the storage room." Her eyes widened. "Are you insane? You’re turning down a perfectly good guest room to live in a storage closet? Are you trying to make your Uncle Jonathan think I’m abusing y