Karinas Last Days Novels & Stories

But now, the last person tied to my life had walked away too. When I died... There probably wouldn't even be anyone to claim my body. My tears wouldn't stop. Fine. I'd mourn myself early. *** I was feeding a bunch of stray cats when an old coworker called. She burst into tears before she even said a word. "Yara, you absolute angel, please come back, okay?" "I'm not going back." I poured food into a little bowl. The cats ate like it was the best meal of their lives, and I smiled.

he said and continued to go around her. "Sir, I'm sorry; I didn't mean to," she was on her knees now asking for mercy, "Are you seeing anyone?" He inquired again. There was no bargain about this she has been caught, and it was her end. Carlos has finally ended her life. "I can explain,” she said with her pulse pounding hard. She started aspirating, the oxygen in the room wasn't enough for her, it was as though it was held somewhere. Darius laughed and straightened himself. Danah stared at him in shock, wondering what she had done to make him laugh.

I asked. “Oh! This is Karina, my partner.” My eyes widened, and I smiled at him happily. “So you finally found your mate, huh? I’m happy for you, Dante.” Dante looked wary and hesitant about what to say next. “Err—“ Karina butted in, still with a smile on her face, and said, “We aren’t mates.” She chuckled. “My mate already died during a war....” I felt guilty for starting the topic, so I apologized. “Sorry for that.”

Elena's POV "My life is a little complicated right now and I wish now more than ever that you were here so I could talk to you," I whisper. The light breeze in the air whips my brown locks to the side. The smell of the coming winter lingers in the Seattle air. I grab the sides of my black coat and pull it tighter around me in a futile attempt to keep the cold air from touching my already trembling body. I look at the marble stone and run my fingers along the white, engraved words that read, 'In Loving Memory of Jessica Danvers April 15, 1968 - October 21, 2009, Beloved wife, mother, daughter and friend.'

Her voice was strict and void of any emotion. Immediately after she finished speaking, the men in uniform dragged each one of the reporters that came out of the building. No one dared to stay there after hearing such a threat from Elle. Elle confidently walked inside the building. Last night was the last time she was going to cry for somebody or anything. Those who think they would trample on her should come on in. She is welcome to any trouble. She will make sure to make every one of them pay, even Ethan Cephas. The game has just begun.

-I can assure you that those two are very much in love their attitudes say it all and you will realize as time goes by that what I am telling you is not a lie but I think I have to go to Margaret's room right now I can make her need my help I got up from the bed and went to her room I knocked a few times but the door was locked Margaret it's me Karina- I told her to open the door and fortunately after a short time I opened it- I hope I didn't bother you these hours but I wanted to talk to you a little bit if you have time of course she nodded- I was grateful to accept because I think that the conversation between women would do her some good. -She sat down on the edge of the bed and I could

“I promise, I won't—” A high-pitched beep pierced the room as Carlos’s head tilted to the side. Then, suddenly – silence. . . . . Carlos's body was taken away, and discussions for his funeral were held. We headed toward the parking lot. Kaida pressed the car key, and a sleek Bugatti La Voiture Noire chirped in response. “You’re walking fast, wait!” Kaida called behind, his footsteps drawing closer. I shut my eyes, the words gnawing at my mind. “He killed her!” “Promise me!”

Hall picked up his teacup for a long time before finally saying, "Nine days ago, Jess came to see me. She wants to break things off with you." "I don't accept that!" Samson protested. "Then go tell her yourself," Mr. Hall snapped, almost roaring. Samson, a man who had never backed down from any challenge, now lowered his head in defeat. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a row of sunflowers drawn on the back of the marriage application. Ten sunflowers in perfect order. He froze. If each flower stood for a day, that meant it had been exactly ten days.

" A sharp pain struck my chest, and my breathing grew tight. Elara’s words were like a dull knife, carving into my heart again and again. She knew exactly how to hurt me the most, which was why she could defeat me so easily. I drew in a slow breath and tried to steady myself. "You’re right. A jinx like me doesn’t deserve you. We’re done. The wedding is canceled." After saying that, I hung up. A notification from Elara’s social media popped up on my phone. She was completely naked, draped over Drew, the flush on her face not yet faded. 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."

“Caroline. We need to go back for Di..Diane. We could do CPR or something, but we can't leave her.” “I'm sorry, Neralda. She knew that she was going to be killed by Zara. She arranged everything, and we can never go back, sweetie. At least not now.” “No! No!! No!!! Caroline, we have to save her.” Before I could say more, I felt everything go black.