Karina's Last Days Novels & Stories

"I am what I am, Papa. Tell Don Moretti I'm no longer his concern." I hung up. Damien came to me, draping his jacket over my shoulders. "Okay?" I leaned into him, looking at the tree in the yard. "Yeah. I'm okay." The daisies on the windowsill were long gone, replaced by fresh ones. Every week, he brought new flowers. I thought of the girl who used to follow her sister. The one who always picked up the scraps. She never imagined she'd end up here. Held. Seen. Chosen. Not leftovers. First.

I got into the car and never looked back. Behind us, Charles Hart drowned in his own ruin, clinging to wreckage. Ahead of us, I was racing toward my own vast stars. The End

“No! Please don’t leave me…don’t leave him…” Maria's last words were faint and began to fade away. “Tell him…I never stopped waiting.” Then, the presence vanished completely. Camela was left holding the burning locket, sobbing into the silence. The door creaked open wider, releasing smoke and cold air. Vincent’s breathing grew louder from inside—raspy, uneven, and desperate. Camela stumbled forward, dragging herself across the stone floor. She pressed her hands against the edge of the opening. “I’m coming…hold on, Vincent…I’m coming,” she muttered.

Selena had been very dependent on Carina in her final days, and she even requested that Carina take care of everything, including the funeral, after she had passed on. "Those things are already in the past, Aster. What's the point of bringing it up again now?" Carina wanted to get rid of Aster's delusions before they could fester in his mind. However, Aster said, "Since you put it that way, Carina, then let's talk about what happened recently."

Kara’s body was shaking when familiar arms enveloped her from behind. “Get away from me, you monster!” She cried, evading those stifling arms. She felt like retching. She remembered the last time Nico showed him how ruthlessly he dealt with people who crossed him. It was bloody! Kara squeezed her eyes shut. The image of Marco lying in a pool of blood plays in her mind. “He’s not dead. You are overacting!” Nico jolted her back to her senses.

"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?"

“After today, you’ll be Mrs. DeLuca.” I looked out at the pale morning sky beyond the tinted glass. “All right,” I said. And ended the call. After today, Scarlett Moretti would no longer exist.

After I gave myself the last dose of painkiller, I stood outside the hotel all afternoon in the vintage couture gown Lucian had chosen for me himself. The black Bentley motorcade that was supposed to come for the bride never arrived. What I heard instead was the chatter of people passing by. "Did you hear? The youngest Don in New York is getting married. He and the bride have been together ten years." That stopped me, because Lucian and I had only been together seven. "They say he bought a blue diamond, the only one of its kind in the world, just to set it in her ring. He's proposing at the church today." The moment I pushed open the church doors, Lucian looked straight at me. "Cassie, I kne

James said before hanging up the phone and grabbing Kara's dress from the ground to go to her and get home, where the saddest day of her life awaited her. ***** 7 Days Later Kara's throat clenched shut with tears as she tried to fight back the wave of overcoming emotions. The funeral of her dad was not the only thing she had endured as sadness. Seeing her mom fight the battle for life had been so hard to see, seeing her lay in the white bed sheets of the hospital, fighting for her each breath with every passing second had become a memory that was never going to get out of her mind.

Tatiana looks at the tombstone and I'm tempted to look as well. Karina Ivanova is engraved there. She was a daughter, a friend, a wife, a sister, and a mother. From April 12th, 1998 to June 21st, 2023. It's so sad and painful, she was just 25. I turn stiff when my eyes fall on the picture attached and I almost break out in sobs. It can't be. It cannot be possible. Annika’s mother cannot be the same Karina that I knew. But the picture is right in front of me. Karina is dead? My friend cannot be dead!