Assassination Karma Novels & Stories

“It’s going to be the same at the end. I’m not a hero. I’m an assassin, a murderer. Even if I succeed in taking down the Parliament, there is no way I’m going to be accepted for what I’ve done. I’ve always known that the day I bring the Parliament down, I will go down with them. In order for a better future that isn’t built on the blood of others, the cycle must end and it ends with me.” Feeling the strain of talking after several days of bed rest, I didn’t register the pain. A loud slap resounding through the room and the ringing in my left ear was enough to stun me. “Stop deluding yourself. Do you think you’re the only one bearing the burden of this? Look carefully! Open your eyes! Aren’t

“We do not conscript soldiers for the army here in Niamrea. Each and every single man in the army knows that their life may be forfeited at any point. That’s what they do- kill or be killed. That goes double for an assassin. And it won’t stop. There’s always a new power-hungry idiot hoping to move up in the royal line of succession thinking they can kill me with some half-bit assassin. You are close enough to me that you will start to be targeted more often as well. So, while I understand your appreciation of human life, the minute they raise a hand towards you, they have made their choice. It’s you or them. That is something you will need to come to terms with. Death is only an escape. It a

I dropped my mug next to the clean ones and turned to face him. Just as I put my hands on my hip, wanting to ask him if everything was okay, he took one last sip of his coffee, slammed the mug on the counter, muttered, "Good day, Kayla." Then he walked out through the back door, leaving me breathless and gobsmacked. "Good day to you too, asshole." I muttered under breath as he slammed the back door. ~~~~~ Restless energy and annoyance caused by Gabriel's attitude yesterday and today pushed me to take a walk alone.

“Wicked. You don’t deserve happiness, and as for you, Lucas, when you signed those documents, when you pressed your thumb into that paper, you gave me everything. Your company, your properties. The money you thought you gave me is gone, too. I was generous enough to leave you one car and your clothes.” Lucas trembled; his body was shaking as though madness itself had gripped him. His voice cracked, his words were spilling in fragments. “You… can’t… I… Alicia…” Her smirk widened. Her voice dropped low and very cold. “I am your most wanted Karma, Lucas.

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

Her heart fluttered like a merry Birdy and soared high into an overwhelming sense of joy. Hearing that, this man had liked her more than just her exterior. But that merry Birdy was shot down by her insecurities and regrets. "Remember that night I told you I've done something unspeakable?" She asked in a suppressed voice. "I do." "Karma came back to bite my arse because of those unspeakable things. That involves the assassin who tried to kill me." "What did you do?" He asked. She took a deep breath and slowly unfolded the events that made Kathy Black go after her blood.

“You hurt Chessie. You know what that means.” Saul reeled in belated realization. “Of course! Hahaha, of-f*cking-course!” He chortled. “Now that’s karma, ain’t it? I hired a hitman to end that b*tch, and the b*tch’s white knight’s here to get back at me now. Karma, babe!” Javier exhaled a long puff of smoke. “You’re taking this surprisingly well.”

And for Avanna, even when she finally asked this question, she was still in great shock at how I knew her name. Nevertheless, as karma had brought her down to her knees while I stood in front of her, she did not hesitate to accept her reality. She knew right from this instant that karma is a bitch ass motherfucker who doesn’t care about the identity of a person; when it wants to strike, it strikes so hard that you would plead and plead to get help from the same person you have ridiculed, mocked, and talked down to. “Matriarch Alessandra, please forgive me!” Tears rolled down her face instantly as she remained on her knees and held onto my feet.

“I’m tired of people assuming I have killed that many people.” Aron chuckled. “Is that all you got from my speech? Jesus.” He put on his lens less glasses and flipped through his notepad. “The last count I have on your reign of justifiable assassinations is three hundred—” “Stop keeping count of that!” Ansel yelled, rubbing his forehead. “You may have a point about Karin and me, but that doesn’t take away from what she did.”

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.