Karina's Last Days Read Online Novels & Stories

Because Lily Petrova was fourteen years old and she died screaming in a car her brother was driving, and Kai’s legs were crushed and his entire life was destroyed and it’s my fault. Not directly. I wasn’t driving. I wasn’t even there. But I handed Miles the keys. I let him borrow my car. And now this man can’t walk and his sister is dead and no amount of opened curtains or breakfast trays or patience is ever going to fix what my family broke. But I have to try anyway. Because what else can I do? ****** On the morning of day four, I’m in the kitchen earlier than usual, measuring out coffee grounds, when I hear footsteps behind me.

Mom always says that depression is nothing more than an illness born of idleness. People who are truly busy studying don't have time to be depressed. So, during my senior year of high school, I lie awake through countless nights, my hair falling out in clumps as I tremble over endless mock papers. Mom only slides another mock exam booklet in front of me. "Finish this booklet, and you won't have time to wallow in self-pity." At family gatherings, my relatives notice that I keep my head down and barely speak. They ask Mom, "Why has she gotten so quiet?" Mom's face darkens at once. "It's because she's guilty about something, duh. Go on. Tell everyone what you've done wrong this time." Late

"She can die out there for all I care." The call ended. *** My body still lay at the intersection. The crowd was gone. Only the driver stayed beside me. My lips had turned purple. So had my fingers, curled stiff against the frozen ground. Dirt and ice were packed under my nails.

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak

Up until she had arrived at the Galla party, even her encounter with the newscasters, unknown to her, he couldn't help but follow her around just to catch a glimpse of her face. He was greatly disheartened when he saw the look she gave him. The look was filled with hatred and pain, and even her words felt like a thousand swords and arrows were piercing his heart. Tugging and pulling at his heart till nothing was left of it. He longed to be with his Elle again, to see and hear her beautiful laugh. But did he have a chance after so many years? Ethan thought to himself as he stood at his favorite place where he gazed into the dark city with a glass of wine in his hand. He sighed and drank the r

My jaw moves on its own and with the same one I pierce her throat, I didn't want to get to such strangers but she left me no choice. Veronica falls to the floor bleeding to death, I place a cloth on the wound I created and slowly begin to roll her body on the carpet on which they are bleeding. The cabin was small, comfortable, and beautiful, but more elegant than it should have been, I had given my team time to go through the whole apartment as pest-killing agents. I get a call from Marcus as soon as I get the woman's body in the car. "Tell me what they found?" I ask him sternly as I cross my arms. There wasn't a drop of blood on her body.

Prologue Kelvin paced the room restlessly, his face had gone pale, he pulled his hair in frustration and turned to look at Cara who was busy locking her last travel bag. "But our deal isn't over yet Cara, why do you have to leave?" Cara ignored his question and dragged her bags to the door, she was done talking about it. Kelvin rushed to her and held her hands, stopping her from leaving. "Cara, you can't leave, the whole plan will crumble if you do."

FIVE DAYS EARLIER “ I stand on the last bridge of my life. Who knew Brooklyn Bridge, a bridge I always crossed through would be the bridge I fall from? I breathe in my last breath, so refreshing… The breeze blows my ebony hair and with one last step, l'll… “ “ Krystal!”

Just three clinical sentences and a file that felt too thin. I took a picture of everything before leaving. ⸻ Back home, I locked my bedroom door and laid the photos out across my floor like a crime scene. My heart thudded in my ears. “She didn’t fall. She was pushed.” That note was right. And someone had gone to a lot of trouble to make sure no one noticed. But why? Brianna wasn’t perfect. She was loud, impulsive, often cruel. But she had a fire in her. She called things as she saw them. If someone crossed her, they’d know it.

“Then we'll rebuild. But when darkness takes root, someone has to light a fire and burn it out.” Jason let out a bitter laugh and slowly shook his head. “This case will be investigated from top to bottom. The Hall family is finished.” He turned and walked toward the door. In that moment, he seemed to have aged ten years. On the treatment table, Samuel's screams were growing weaker and weaker. His body was beginning to suffer widespread organ failure. The lines on the monitor were slowly flattening. I knew there was no saving him now. I reached out and withdrew the Soulbinding Needle, giving him a final release.