Krystal Cascetta Obituary Novels & Stories

Jason pulled out a chair and sat down, facing his laptop. He dug his hands into his pocket to take out a flash drive. Staring blankly at it and turning it around his fingers, he inserted it into the laptop. It was the video of the day, Crystal died. How did he get the video? FLASHBACK

she said over and over again. At that moment when Wyatt was trying to get closer to her so he could hug her again, the doctor arrived. "Relatives of Mr. Adolfo Bennett?" The doctor asked. By the time Crystal turned around, she was able to realize that there were already people there waiting for answers from her grandfather. "It's me, I'm your granddaughter, Crystal Bennett," she said with red eyes. "Miss Bennett, Mr. Bennett, your grandfather had a heart attack.” "But how is he?!”

"It's about Miss Anastasia's birth mother, Krystal Rose. I found new information about the accident that killed her.” Maximilian immediately opened the report, his eyes running over the text. As he read, he felt a deep sadness wash over him. "Krystal Rose died in a car accident. But... Anastasia survived because her mother pushed her out before the car fell into the ravine." Maximilian was almost speechless. His thoughts immediately turned to the woman he loved so much. Bryan nodded slowly. "Yes, sir. It was a tragic accident. Krystal Rose died instantly, and the car caught fire when it fell into a ravine. Luckily, Miss Anastasia survived. It must be one of the most painful memories of her l

They spent the evening celebrating together as a family and Letta could not be happier. Back in Russia at the hospital Krystal was in pain as she was in labour about to give birth to her son. Karan was by her side as she screamed and cursed every time a contraction hit. “Breathe baby, just breathe, it will all be alright.” Karan tried to comfort her, but Krystal shot him a glare. “It will all be all right you say. How do you know, are you the one in pain right now?” she asked him a series of questions at the same time.

He was nothing like the proud second son of the Salvatore family from five years ago. I felt no sympathy. This was what he deserved. As for Krista, after the Salvatore family changed heads, she lost everything. Unable to bear the fall from power, she lost her mind and was sent to a sanatorium. Half a year later, Quentin knocked and stepped into my office, his expression complicated. "Principessa, Luca… is dead." My pen paused over the document I was reviewing, a small blot of ink spreading on the page. But that was all.

With a very low voice and almost catching her breath, Krista told the Lycan Princess. “No Krista, I won’t leave you here.” Tears are now rolling down the Princess’ cheeks as she holds in her hands the almost lifeless body of her beloved Personal Assistant. Even in her condition, Krista tried to grab the parachute bag below their seat where she fell down. “Get this and go… please Princess … save your...” Krista was not able to continue her words anymore as her body was already laid lifeless on the jet’s floor.

Tell them the truth. Julian called me four days later. It was late in London, nearly midnight, but his voice was wide awake and sharp as broken glass. "I found her," he said. "The real Elena Marchetti. She died fifteen years ago in a small town in Nevada. Cancer. She was forty-one years old. She spent her last weeks in a charity hospice. There was no funeral. No obituary. No family was notified because there was no family left to notify." I sat down slowly in the library chair. The fire had burned down to embers. The house was silent. "How did she die?"

Crystal woke first in the morning two weeks later and headed to the Luna's office. Papers were stacked and a few things were laid out that need a signature. She reviewed everything so Missy could relax today. Over the past few days, she noticed something and didn't know if Missy knew or not. Crystal brought in Sage and Sage confirmed what she thought. Crystal was going to be a grandmother. Missy walked in a few hours later and saw Crystal behind her desk. She smiled as she saw her and walked over and sat in front of the desk.

Richard let out a long sigh, then stroked my hair with a helpless look. "What's the point of caring for a bad guy like that?" asked Richard, looking less than pleased. I shook my head stubbornly, waiting for him to speak. "Be honest with me. You weren't involved in Krystal's death, were you?" I urged frantically. Richard sighed. "From my reports, Krystal has been sick since before she entered the prison. The TV report was real. She suffered from a malignant disease in her reproductive organs due to her habit of changing partners."

Of course Kristal had been too busy partying and babysitting her traitor slash lawyer of a husband. “I thought if you knew the only thing to keep you with me other than my share with SBS was gone, you'd..." Kristal wiped her tears quickly before they ruined her mascara. “She was your favourite. I didn’t know how you’d react, and I didn’t want to know either.” “Is. She’s still alive.” “Not for long, Zander. I’m sorry, but there’s no way she’ll make it.” “Fuck!”