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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."

||Book 2 in D'KAT Series|| ● ● ● ● “Are you afraid of me?” Drogo voice was quiet but something underneath it was wrong. He was calm. Too calm — Not after what he had just done with his bare hands... Karen’s lips quivered violently, but her throat refused to open. No sound escaped. The metallic scent of blood reached her nose as he climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. “You don’t have to be scared, Schatzi” Drogo murmured in a soft tone, tilting his head as he studied her paralysis with unsettling interest. “You’re not lying to me.” His jaw tightened faintly. “They lie,” he whispered with a gleam in his eyes. A gleam she had never seen before. Drogo added, “Every single one of them lied. They always do...” He leaned closer. “But you…” His lips curved. “You would never lie to me, Schatzi.” The sound of the German pet name he'd given her now felt heavier in her chest. Karen wanted to shake her head, to deny whatever twisted certainty he had built around her. Her body remained numb. Drogo then raised his hand, blood dripping from his fingertips onto the sheets. His fingers touched her cheek, still warm. He then dragged them slowly across her skin, leaving a dark red streak as though marking her. “You’re not scared of me…” he decided softly, almost reverently. “Only liars are scared of me.” He leaned down and pressed his blood-smeared lips to her forehead. “I know you’ll never lie to me,” he whispered against her skin. He smiled from ear to ear. “That’s why I love you.” ● ● ● Life isn't suppose to be that hard... Quite straightforward, actually. After all, Karen had just one mission. Get close enough to Drogo Vetter and extract valuable information from him — How he ended up between her legs is irrelevant. But that's not a major problem, it doesn't still affect the main mission. It's just one of those things people do to pass time and feel pleasure... What's the worse that could happen? ... Aside from Drogo being assigned as her next target. Shit. DAILY UPDATE.

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.

Pancreatic Cancer Cancer of the Pancreas Young Minds Sitting on Red Chairs sipping on the blood of The Mesopotamians

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

A mysterious phenomenon ripples through the human race. People are exploding. Not only that, but there seem to be some after effects. It quickly becomes a fight for survival- and a looming mystery.

Warning: If you haven’t read or watched Demon Slayer or Marvel, you might not understand this story. > Note: This story mixes Demon Slayer and Marvel (Venom). If you haven’t read or watched them, some parts might be confusing.

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.