Tropic Of Cancer Novel Novels & Stories

“I am. Our only real problem tomorrow morning will be Alas Mayit, the Corpse Forest. The road to the Sun School takes us straight through it.” “Isn’t Alas Mayit where that dangerous devil-worshiping cult is based? Wisnumurti and Senopati Bantala were talking about them the other day.” “Yes. Outsiders aren’t allowed in there. Anyone caught will be sacrificed to the demons.” Nyai Soma’s face went pale. “Th-then... which way are we supposed to go?” “We go straight through.” Rinjani smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry, Auntie. I’ve been trained to infiltrate enemy territory without being detected. I’ll get both of you through safely.”

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.

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

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.

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

"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

When I opened my eyes, I found myself holding an exquisitely wrapped sandwich. Whispers immediately drifted into my ears. "Look, Jacob Blake's here again delivering breakfast to Carol." "He seriously has no shame. She already said she doesn't like him, but he still won't give up." "Exactly! Carol and Matt are obviously the perfect couple!" I froze for two seconds before a flood of memories suddenly crashed into my mind. I, the invincible hero of a power-fantasy novel, had actually transmigrated into the role of a pathetic simp side character in a trashy romance novel.

I wondered if she would end up throwing her pride away and scrambling for supplies like I did last time. I was honestly looking forward to it. I hoped she wouldn't disappoint me too soon! The next morning… The sun hadn't even risen when the heat woke me up. That same suffocating, bone-dry feeling from my past life came rushing back. I quickly switched on the air conditioner, and the cool air brought me back to my senses. It must have already been scorching hot outside. The plants outside my window were all drooping and wilting. I stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching as the sun slowly climbed higher. The clock on the wall ticked back and forth. The apocalyptic heatw

The emperor gives her the title of the kind saint and becomes engaged to the crown prince. Cliché story. Elise continues to read and the novel surprisingly has lots of genre. It was tiring to read and every chapter was composed of annoying scenes. Elise never thought that she would finish the book in a day. She feels drowsy after reading The End, even though she was hungry and wanted to eat but her eyes became sleepier. In her consciousness a golden light from the book shines brightly and takes Elise's soul away from her body. -- Elise wa