tropic of cancer henry miller

Earth, 22nd Century The incurable cancer that served as a nightmare for people one century ago is now just a rare but curable disease. With the world’s development, there are now cures for all types of cancer. The Earth is now a planet with no more people suffering from cancer. Except for Zen. Diagnosed with a mutated cancer that was the only one of its kind at an early age, he sank in despair. That was until an opportunity which turned his curse into a blessing presented itself. What power would Zen gain from the disease that plagued him since his childhood? *** The art is not mine, all credits to the original artist.

​"In the heart of Tokyo, a hidden truth is spreading like a malignant 'Cancer' through the veins of the city. Naea is a brilliant surgeon dedicated to saving lives at any cost. Akira is a fearless prosecutor or a secret and desperate agent determined to bring justice to the courtrooms, no matter the risk. ​When their paths cross in a web of medical malpractice and legal conspiracies, they discover a secret that threatens to consume them both. In a world where every smile hides a secret and every truth is a lie, can they stop the disease within before it's too late? ​LOVE. LIES. AND THE DISEASE WITHIN."

Five years after marrying my dream girl, her first love came back into the picture. The good news? I won five million dollars. The bad news? I was diagnosed with cancer and didn't have long to live. No chance to enjoy my newfound wealth. In the less than three months I had left, I played the role of the perfect husband and father every single day. But I still lost to her first love, Not only did he steal my wife's heart, but even my daughter wanted to call him 'Dad'. Right up until I left this world. My dream

I used to devote everything to Natalie—working three jobs to put her through school, ignoring my own dreams, enduring a wrecked stomach from skipped meals. But she chose Brandon, driven by ambition and his family’s influence, leaving me heartbroken. I returned to my small hometown, where I met Lucy after saving her from a heart episode on a mountain. She stuck by me when I was diagnosed with stomach cancer, supporting me through surgery and recovery, showing me quiet, steady care I’d never had. When she confessed her love, I realized this was the love I deserved. I asked her to be my mate.

I used to devote everything to Natalie—working three jobs to put her through school, ignoring my own dreams, enduring a wrecked stomach from skipped meals. But she chose Brandon, driven by ambition and his family’s influence, leaving me heartbroken. I returned to my small hometown, where I met Lucy after saving her from a heart episode on a mountain. She stuck by me when I was diagnosed with stomach cancer, supporting me through surgery and recovery, showing me quiet, steady care I’d never had. When she confessed her love, I realized this was the love I deserved. I asked her to be my mate.

For three years, Emerie had been married to Allan, the son of an Alpha. Allan had always believed it was Emerie who drugged him, forcing him into the marriage. Determined to divorce her, he chose to be with her sister Jolene instead. But what he didn’t know was that Emerie was already terminally ill when she left him. When Allan finally uncovered the truth and desperately searched for her—could he still win her back?

Thirty-three years old. For most people, it's the prime of life. For a footballer, it's the sound of a clock that never stops ticking. August 10, 2023. While all of England buzzes with anticipation for the Premier League's opening week, Miller Jolene O'Brian sits alone in a worn-down boxing gym in Manchester. No celebration, no birthday cake. Just sweat soaking through the sharp edges of his Mohawk Mullet. Today, he turns thirty-three — and his only gift is a brutal truth: he has no club. Released by Toronto FC at the end of last season, Miller has become something of a ghost. His agent — Uncle Connor — hasn't delivered a single promising call. His name has been quietly scratched off every wishlist at the top clubs. "Too old," the scouts say. "Too slow," the data analysts whisper. Yet Miller O'Brian is nothing if not stubbornly extraordinary. While his peers are already weighing retirement or chasing final paydays in the Gulf, Miller has turned down lucrative offers from Qatar and Saudi Arabia without a second thought. He carries both an American and an Irish passport — two nations ready to hand him the captain's armband tomorrow morning, if only he'd say the word. But Miller wants only one thing. One call from The Three Lions. Every morning, he raises both palms to the sky. The Crescent and Star tattooed on his left — a prayer for his mother. The Cross on his right — a tribute to the legacy of his father. Beneath the rough exterior and the cold, steel gaze that has frozen countless defenders in their tracks, Miller is something few would expect: a gentle soul. In the presence of his parents, the fearsome striker is simply a devoted son — soft-spoken, careful, and full of quiet love. Can a thirty-three-year-old ghost of a man still haunt the dreams of an entire nation? Only time will tell. Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional. All public figures referenced are used as fictional characters and do not represent their real lives, actions, or views.

Henry Renner - a simple 22 year old male, no girlfriend, no friends, no family. He only solely focused on his job and studies, while trying to live his calm average life, with no disturbances whatsoever. “Being born in 2256 is hard…” is what he thought as the robot maid handed him a can of cold beer. He lazily put on his headphones and gradually lost consciousness…then he woke up in the other world. PAUSED for the time being.

After the gods leave the center island, they arrive upon Cancer Island: a cold, broken land of cracked shores, silent forests, drowned hearths, and ancestral stones buried beneath frost. The island does not need conquest. It needs restoration. Ten Norse gods divide the wounded island between them, each shaping a sacred domain from what the old world left behind. Odin raises the high places of memory, where ravens circle above rune-stones and the people learn to keep names from vanishing. Frigg lights the first hearths, teaching families that shelter is a sacred duty. Loki brings movement to the stiff places, filling his domain with riddles, firelight, masks, and useful mischief. Freyja plants beauty into the cold, creating a golden valley of love, longing, art, and desire. Tyr sets law-stones in open fields, where every promise must stand beneath the sky. Thor builds a storm-hardened land of strong roofs, heavy beams, full tables, and thunder-blessed homes. Baldr opens a peaceful domain of clean light, white flowers, calm water, and gentle order. Heimdall raises gates, bridges, and watchtowers, teaching the people the sacred difference between welcome and boundary. Njord restores the harbors, filling the coasts with boats, nets, tide songs, and safe returns. Last, Hel opens the quiet under-halls, where death is not feared, but remembered with dignity. Across one hundred years, Cancer Island becomes a living world of clans, hearths, sea-roads, vows, gardens, halls, ancestors, and sacred daily life. The people do not build armies. They build homes. They do not seek war. They seek belonging. But as each domain reaches fullness, the gods begin to notice a silence beneath the island’s beauty. The houses are warm. The fields are fed. The harbors return their boats. The dead are honored. The children already born are loved. Yet no new life has entered the wombs of the island for five years. At first, each god sees the silence only within their own domain. But as the pattern spreads across memory halls, hearth rooms, love gardens, storm houses, sea docks, and burial stones, Cancer Island begins to feel less like a restored home and more like a cradle waiting for something it cannot summon. And beneath the completed island, something ancient begins to stir.

PROLOGUE I was walking through the hallway when I noticed a crowd of students circling someone in the middle. And there I saw a man singing which cause the students to squeal in excitement. Covering my ears, I was about to walk away when suddenly my eyes caught a Goddess in the crowd. She's the only one who stands out among them. Her beautiful eyes shone in happiness, her cute smile that can make anyone stunned in their stanceㅡ like me, her nose that I want to kiss, and her whole appearance that made my whole being tingled in a way I have never felt before. Is she aphrodite's hidden daughter? Her beauty is etherealㅡcliché, I know. My heart starts to beat faster and faster in each seconds, and it seems like I'm in heaven just by staring at her. ---------- But my smile broke the moment I saw the man who was singing approached her before kneeling in front of her and held her hands before giving it a chaste kiss. My heart broke into a thousand pieces when I saw how her smile went wide before nodding at the man. I didn't even bother to cover my ears when all of the students screamed so loud that almost break my eardrum. Silly me for crying when I just met her today. [And that's how I fell in hell from heaven.]