Karina Last Days Mga Nobela at Kwento

"How is North doing? I heard shouting from the office earlier before coming down." Kain let out a tired sigh, shaking his head. "It's not looking good, Lucia. Not good at all." Eve, who was standing nearby, let out a sigh of her own. "It might be nearly impossible for him to get her back now," she said quietly, stepping closer to join the conversation. "Tamara already spoke the words of rejection. That means the bond is severed to her. At some point, she is going to want to completely move on with her life, and honestly, can you blame her?"

She had written: "No matter how much time passes, you will always be the one I couldn’t have. I finally gave myself to you. From now on, I’m yours." My heart was pierced again. Elara and I were over. She no longer had to hide her underground affair with Drew.

There wasn't a drop of blood on her body. "You were talking to an information buyer on a page...somewhat obscure sir, I'm afraid that person is the same one Master Joshua told us about" he confessed somewhat upset. I opened my eyes wide. "Where are they? From where did you receive this information?" I inquired full of desperation. "From Latin America" he replied," we deleted the information on all the woman's devices but I'm afraid they must know the location by now..." Cut the call a little fear began to expand in my chest and when I least expected it some memories crept into my mind.

"No matter what you say, I won't let you hurt Yara again. She deserves peace during her... during her final days." Shawn's voice cracked, and that strange sorrow filled his eyes again. Honestly, I didn't get it. Besides clashing a few times, Shawn and I had barely spoken. We'd only exchanged numbers yesterday. So where was all that emotion coming from?

ARIA I haven't seen Charlie since Enzo took her, I saw them comeback but without Charlie, I tried to find her around but there's no sense, I also tried to call her on her phone but I found out she left her phone on her bag. I was getting worried, I don't want to ask Enzo or any of his friends but they are the only person I could ask since they are the last person who's been with Charlie. I saw them on their usual spot on the cafeteria, nervous but I'm much nervous for what might could have happen to Charlie.

The opening sealed shut behind them both. Silence swallowed the facility whole. Then every screen flared to life one last time, displaying a single final message: DAY SEVEN HAS BEGUN. THE ORIGINAL IS COMING. AND IT KNOWS HER NAME.

Irene After breakfast, they don’t let me lift a finger. Cassian gathers the tray, Rowan teases that I’ll grow spoiled, and Kevin just hums as he sets things back in order. Elias is the one who says, “There’s something we should show you.” I hesitate. “What is it?” He glances at the others. “The last room of the last woman in our pack. It hasn’t been touched for over a hundred years.” The words sink into me like cold water. Still, I nod. “Show me.”

"Save her!" He was convinced—stubbornly, desperately—that this was just another ploy. Another scheme to force him to cut ties with Vivian. But after the doctor took my pulse, his face turned grave. He bowed his head and delivered the verdict. "Mr. Hartwell, Madam Elena has indeed been dead for seven days. Just as Mr. Young said." Seven days? Nathan staggered backward as if he'd been struck by lightning. Wasn't that the very day I'd jumped into the pool for the second time?

The candle that was shaped like a 2 on the cake felt like a joke. At the end of his call, as if Jason Smith felt guilty, he added, "I've neglected you lately, so once I'm done with this busy period, shall I take you to see the aurora?" I hung up, and our home went completely silent. Even the air seemed to be mocking my marriage. What a failure all of this was. It was at this time that Jason's assistant sent me a message on WhatsApp, asking in that familiar way what I wanted reimbursed this time and telling me to just name it.

Elara was Cassian's only Luna, and they had loved each other for ten years. But at this year's remembrance ceremony, Elara's name on the stone tablet suddenly split open. The Moon Goddess no longer blessed her, no longer claimed her. Another woman, Seraphina, was about to become the next Luna. And Elara had only five days left to live. What made it worse was that Cassian had known all along. Three years ago, he had led Elara up to the crown himself, and he had signed that contract himself. He knew perfectly well that being Luna had never been an honor, but an offering to the Moon Goddess. Yet Cassian kept it from her for three years. All he said was, "I want to save you." Only later did she