Assassination Karma Novels & Stories

She questioned me as she gave me her half-filled glass of water. It seemed like it because of the situation, but Hana was not teasing me. she was seriously asking about Karma. I read about it before once, on one of the forbidden books in the library. It was an eastern belief about the cycle of our action. They said that if you did a person good, you will be rewarded, but if you did a person bad, you will be punished. Hana was pertaining to that cause-and-effect belief.

He looked very different from the previous timeline, where he acted like he was God’s gift to the world. When threatened, even vermin fought to survive, much less Luis. He appeared anxious as he tried to get himself out of this predicament. “It was my fault that I arrived late, but Cara has always mistreated Bianca, using her pregnancy as an excuse to do whatever she wanted. Before leaving, she even stole my communication device. I didn’t even know there was an assassination attempt!” My heart skipped a beat when he said this. I gave a bitter laugh. The communication device I had begged for had suddenly become something I had stolen.

While my father flops like a fish on the floor, I take his weapon, kick him in the head and reach for Taryn. Ava slumps against her wall, her eyes wide with shock. However, she looks unhurt, so I leave her and check on Taryn, Blood flows around both women like a pool. As an Assassin, I’ve seen a lot of death and have even caused some of them, but I have never felt fear as I do at this moment. Squatting down, I pull Tamsyn off Taryn.

Let this mark the beginning of thy punishment. He understood what this mean. The Mother has been working with whoever it was that sent those men after Ava. It could be Xavier's men and when the assassin found out about the Mother's betrayal, he killed her. Does that mean the assassin does not Want Ava dead? The assassin works for the mafia lords. He is a bloodthirsty mafia serial killer and assassin boss. How on earth is he protecting a person who they want dead? Only one thing can answer that: the assassin boss may have turned against the mafia lord.

“When the two were found out as the stalkers, as the perpetrators, they fled the country but were eventually involved in a fatal car accident on their way.” “I don’t think that’s just a car accident,” Denver hissed. “What do you mean ‘not just a car accident’, Denver?” I swallowed my words and brace myself for whatever he may say. “It’s called karma.” We burst into a cackle. I thought he was the one who ordered it to be honest. Our laugh echoed in the Emergency Room, earning us a look from the nurses and other patients. “Yes, it’s indeed called karma.” We paused for a breath, silence humming between us. Our eyes met, setting ablaze to our already burning emotions. My gaze slid to the bulge b

Being the last assassin standing after the hunt she has gotten the right to kill the target and has seventy-two hours to execute the assassination or a hunt will be called on her head. He fidgeted in his seat while he wondered what he will do if the blonde doesn't wake up before the time expired. He stood up from his seat and began to pace the small hospital room. His finger went to his teeth as he began to chew on the already short fingers nails. This was a nervous habit of his and right now he was really nervous. Failure to complete a job means death. No mercy.

The worse part was that he hadn't even stopped at just telling Dante to stop messing with his aunt, he even menaced to murder him. "We need to get you out of this city." Nate couldn't help but agree—that was not the avenue he wanted to continue upon this early in a new surrounding. "We need to get out now." "He could kill you, Nate." "I fucking know that Auntie, thanks." He snapped, annoyed that he hadn't been told all these things before even arriving to this city. He had never heard of anyone named Dante Hercules, his name sounded ridiculous anyway. Besides, he never even thought he would come across a mafia member, or an assassin, or a yakuza—honestly, all these terms were way too much fo

Vincent sat rigidly, his fingers curling into his palms as he processed Kendra’s revelation. Camille had been poisoning him. The woman he was going to make his wife was a murderer, not just in the sense of betrayal but in cold, premeditated actions. She had orchestrated it all. It was never a coincidence that they met. She knew him before and had planned it all. She had been poisoning him; he never had cancer. It all felt like a distant occurrence to him. How could that be true? Is this karma hitting back at him? For the killings he had done, even though they were well justified? For sharing his late father’s wife? If this was karma, then it was hell.

I was willing to do everything in my power to help anyone in need—but Lydia was an exception. I slapped her across the face and spat, "Do you think the person you killed would forgive you?" After a brief pause, I went on, "You have a blatant disregard for human life, Lydia. You only care about yourself. Accepting you as a mentee is the biggest mistake I had ever made. "Everyone else is right. Someone like you deserves to go to hell. I will never give you another chance ever again!" Lydia tried to speak again, but her hands were restrained by the police. She had committed a serious crime and deserved to be punished. Those who showed no regard for human life didn't deserve forgiveness.

It was an all consuming feeling, digging deep and slowly eating away at one's life. Vengeance. Revenge. Pay back. That was all I could think of. I wanted to end him. I had thought about killing him before, a whole lot. But now, it had become my fantasy, and the thought brought a twisted kind of satisfaction to my messed up mind. I had come to realize one thing in life. There is no such thing as karma. You are not going to get rewarded for doing good, and no one is going to get punished for hurting you. You craft your own karma, and you make it happen.