Hi! I am a new author to Webnovel. I do want to recommend my new novel Totally In Love. I know you said no romance, but it isn't exactly a romance novel. Its more of a journey with a girl through cancer. The goal is for the readers to totally fall in love with her. I will attach the first chapter of my novel. If you don't like it, its totally fine! I just wanted to recommend it to you. If you do decide, please be sure to leave a comment and review on the book itself! I look forward to hopefully seeing your comment. If you don't like Totally In Love, I am also working on the Moon Shines On Starlight . Warning is advised ahead of time. Read the synopsis on both books for more details.
Totally In Love Prologue-

      I bet your wouldn't know me. I am a quiet girl. I always sit at the back. I never raise my hand or talk to much. I only have two best friends, but I barely talk to them. You wouldn't guess me. Unless you knew me. I'm Elizabeth, Beth for short, and I have leukemia cancer.

 

Chapter 1- Beth POV

My journey started out slow. I didn't know I had leukemia at first. I was just sick. it seemed as though I had a stomach virus. Nobody wants a stomach virus. My virus didn't seem to go away. I started to get worse everyday. I started having symptoms of pneumonia.

I would cough and sneeze. My parents decided to take me to the hospital. I wasn't getting any better, matter of fact I was getting worse. That's when I knew. I knew deep down something was happening to me and I couldn't explain it. The doctor ran CT scans over my body.

When the results came back my doctor told me I had leukemia. That I was already in Stage 2. Nobody wants to be told that they are sick. Nobody wants to be told that they have cancer either. Back then I was just twelve years old. For the next five years, I grew up. I continued my journey fighting for my life. I even went into remission for quite a while.

"Honey, you are going to be late for your doctor's appointment." My mom yelled from the kitchen.

"I'm on my way," I yelled back. I looked in the mirror. My blonde curls cascading down my arms. My light blonde hair is almost invisible. My blue eyes, looking at my yellow colored sunflower dress. My world was amazing. I was in remission. I had finally beaten my cancer! I had made it! My seventeenth birthday would be right around the corner. I am a Junior in High School.  We are going to my last doctors visit.

I grabbed my bag that I had packed for the day. I ran downstairs and grabbed a toast on the way to the car. My mom drove a red Tesla car. It was pretty fancy. That's how everyone saw our family, fancy. The fact was we weren't fancy at all. We were just really lucky.

My dad was offered a job as a CEO of a huge company called Alexadon. Where they make different items and sell them to bidders online. Before that, we were just regular people and we still are just regular people. After my dad got the promotion we moved to Caraway. Which is East of Lake City. As I sat down in the far my mom spoke. "You ready, it's your last doctors appointment!" She said excitedly. "Yeah mom, I am," I said smiling up at her. "That's good to hear. " She said. The engine roared to life and we made our way to the doctors.

The hospital was pretty small. I mean you would expect large hospital, but it wasn't. Almost all the nurses and doctors were always friendly. If I didn't have chemo here this would be my favorite place. I love how the hospital has chaos at times. There are just so many patients here. Being a doctor was one of my career choices since I was younger.

As I grew up it kind of faded. I still love the hospital, but it's no longer a career, I would choose. We drove around the parking lot. Once my mom parked, I fixed my hair and looked outside. I couldn't believe it. After five years , I was finally not coming back. I was still shocked by the results. The doctors are going to run some more tests to make sure it's finally gone.

I am not a religious person but I did pray to God about my cancer. The whole five years I had prayed to God. I prayed to him to save me. I asked him to free me from the pain I was in. The day finally came. I was so excited, I almost fell out of the car. I stood outside. I started breathing in the air around me. I felt dizzy to my stomach. "Careful there honey, " My mom said in a worried tone.

We walked up to the door. My mom grabbed it and we went inside. I went to sit in the waiting room. My mom approached the nurse and signed my name. The nurse had on blue scrubs and had red hair. Not the dyed hair but the natural red hair. It looked so pretty, and she was really tall. My mom looked small compared to her. My mom with her dirty blonde hair and professional clothing. "How are you, Katherine? " My mom asked the nurse. " I am fine. How are you, Sabrina?" Katherine, the nurse, asked in a snooty voice. "I am good. We are here for Beth's last appointment." "Oh really! That's so good to hear! I am so proud of you." Katherine turned and said to me. "Thank you," I replied in a proper tone, while adjusting my outfit.

I know I said all the nurses and doctors here are nice, but I should have said almost all. You see my mom is a lawyer. People see her as intimidating. Also, if you looked at her she looks like a Malibu Barbie Lawyer. So, you can't blame people, but they shouldn't treat her that way either. My mom is always so nice, kind, and caring. Except for when she's on trial. When she is defending whoever needed to be defended, you don't want to mess with her. You don't want to go up against that woman. I am so proud of my parents. Especially my dad, who worked hard for his promotion. My doctor came strolling out into the waiting room.

The Moon Shines On Starlight- Warning advised
Right, when I saw them carry the pup in I knew she was special. I connected with her even though I didn't even know her yet. I was nervous. I mean I was sort of an expert on just some things I couldn’t deal with. They said that someone had found her. Who knew what the truth was. The truth was she didn’t have an owner. I felt bad for her.

I checked her out. She seemed somewhat ok to me. I figured she probably just went through a trauma by the way she was acting. She didn’t seem to like humans. I looked at her right in the eyes. I could tell she was intelligent.

They say the eye is a window to the soul. I looked at her with trust in my eyes. I was hoping she would look in my eyes and feel that she could trust me. It must have worked. She was relaxing now. I did my normal check.

Something seemed to be wrong. We kept her there for the next couple of days examining her. I figured when I went back to my place. She was depressed. Like I said she probably just came out of a trauma. I had guessed right. I was usually good with that sort of thing.

The next day when I went to work I spoke with my assistant. We had injected her with sleep serum. It would help the female dog to sleep for the few days we looked at her. Of course she would wake up. They would feed her while I checked out the other patients. She had a hard time sleeping.

“Max, I think you should adopt her”. My assistant Clary said.

“Clary, I really don’t think that is necessary”. I replied.

“Yes, I think it would be good for you”. She said to me.

“How do you know what's good for me”? I asked.

“Max, don’t take this the wrong way but you need a friend”. Clary said her cheeks became a bright red.

“Are you calling me friendless”? I asked. Giving her my friendly evil glare.

“No, I just mean something that can understand you on a deeper level”. She said, raising her eyebrows up and down.

“That pup is not something but a female dog. I don’t think she's a pup anymore”. I said to her.

“I think it would be good for both of you”. Clary said and smiled.

“How”? I asked. Not sure why I did ask that.

“We will be waking her up in a few. Might want to go grab a collar for her”. Clary said her smile was somehow bigger.

I felt like she knew what I was going to do. In fact, she did. Clary was right. We needed each other. I went to the store and bought a dark looking collar. I also needed a name for her. I looked around the store for the first letter I saw. J. Huh it is crazy where life takes you.

I went back to the Vet building. I filled out the paperwork and took her home.

“Hi, I am Max. I am your owner. You probably can’t understand me but this is a collar. I am a vet and I helped you”. I said to her.

She looked up at me funny. I knew she just woke up from the sleeping serum we gave her. I also knew dogs couldn’t really understand our words. It felt like she did though. I reached down and tied the collar around her neck. She backed away from me. I put my hands up in a defensive stance. I wanted to let her know I wouldn’t harm her.

She tilted her head to the side. Looking up at me. I chuckled that most dogs don’t usually show their personality to strangers.

“I’m not going to hurt you J, just let me put this on you”. I said again.

I got up and laid the collar back on the table. I went towards the couch and went to put on my shoes.

“I have to go J, I will see you when I get back”. I said again to J. She flopped down right on the floor.

After I had gone to work, Clary asked me about J.

“So, how was she”? She asked me.

“I think she's good. She was acting strange though”. I replied.

“That's good right”? She asked me.

“I guess so”. I said kinda.

My day carried on. The treatment of animals never seems to phase me. They are all extraordinarily strong, beautiful and most of all courageous. It was finally time to leave. I put the keys in the ignition and drove home. I fumbled to the keys to my apartment.

When I walked inside I saw her laying down. I went to the water bowl to see if she had eaten or drank anything all day. I went next to her food bowl. She didn’t eat or drink anything. I needed to make sure she ate. She was in a bad condition when we first got her.

“You didn’t eat did you”? I asked her.

I waited for a second. She was staring at me. I went over to her. I then picked her up and carried her over to the water bowl. She didn’t make a move for it. I then realized something. When we get dogs from the shelter or abused homes they act like this. What if that was her trauma. I mean I could be right on the dot, or I could be completely wrong. That is just my guess. I thought to myself.

“It's ok”. I said in a calming voice.

She hesitated for a moment. She was unsure by a decision. I knew that she wanted water. I could see her lingering stare at it. After a considerable moment, she took a sip. She then started drinking and making a mess. I didn’t care that I would have to clean it up. I was so happy.

When she was finished she looked up at me. I could almost hear her talking to me. Thanking me in a way.

Eventually, time didn’t matter between me and my new best friend. Our bond started to grow stronger every passing day. Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. Eventually, those months turned into a couple of years.

“You're my new friend. Matter of fact you're my only friend”. I said to J.

We grew together.