Books Karma Mga Nobela at Kwento

Karmi asked me curiously. "Karmi just means, Triah. If you're okay, didn't you get tired of taping earlier? Or what -" Jen immediately caught Karmi's question to me. "I am okay girls, I am very fine. No problem, so don't worry, okay?" I was still focused on driving but in my front mirror, I looked at them and winked. I showed that I was really okay. Even though it's not really totally okay, I'm not a numb person to not feel. Yes, I am fat, but my fat has nothing to do with not feeling pain.

The white card sat on the entryway table for three days before Chloe finally picked it up. She turned it over in her hands that morning while Vanessa showered, running her thumb along the embossed edge, reading Isabelle's name and a phone number printed in plain, unassuming type. It looked like nothing. A business card, forgettable, the kind you'd find in the bottom of a purse months from now and not remember why you'd kept it. And yet it had rewritten the shape of her entire life in four days.

I could tell from their eyes that those who were jailed were from Kósmima – they looked fatigued and had a dull look in their eyes. Tears started forming in the corner of my eyes. I didn’t know why I was feeling so sad seeing this playing out. As the video progressed, there came a woman with jet black hair, raising a cube. I didn’t understand what it was, but I had chills from looking at it. It burned bright and the five knights that were facing her suddenly dropped to the ground, the man in the center with a buzz-cut hair stood staggering, facing the woman who was smiling.

I raised an eyebrow. "Communication is ninety-three percent non-verbal," I said. "Just because he can't communicate the way you'd like him tobfor the remaining seven percent, does not make him stupid." "Besides," I said, switching to English. "You can't understand me now. Does that make you stupid?" The man looked at me with furrowed eyebrows before dismissively waving his hand and walking away. "Small-minded asshole." I muttered as he walked away. Zak gave me an amused smile and I shook my head.

You're so golden You're so golden I'm out of my head And I know that you're scared Because hearts get broken "Damn, you got blinging fangs there" Kieran said in the middle of singing along. Karma just gave her proud look and continue singing inside the car. "Mine's just plain but can drain a life", this made her look at him again. "What the hell Kieran? You are using fake fangs, aren't you?" she received chuckles from her brother. "Why would I use fake when I can just use a real thing~" Karma shook her head in disbelief.

I only felt attached to him more, only to realize that I shouldn't have. "Well, isn't this just disappointed." Liam muttered sarcastically before his foot pressed down on the gas pedal as far as it would go and the car went racing down the road once again. My chest tightened and I could feel my heart picking up its pace to meet the vehicle's high speed. So much for we need to talk, huh? ______________ People usually said Karma is a bitch but for me, as of that very moment, regret was even bigger of an asshole.

But not this time. She wasn’t plotting revenge. She wasn’t planning to destroy his reputation. He was her ex–best friend, after all. She would simply go with the flow. She has no clue what is ahead waiting for her, but one thing she knows is that Karma is a bitch. Karma gets you back. You just need to believe in it and move on. Try not to take matters into your own hands if unnecessary. Just leave it to Karma. It has its way of dealing with things.

Father signs and rubs his temple, "Why would she do this?" "Karma is going to inherit the war, she told Kami that last week she wanted to and she was really upset," Kaname says looking down at me. Father looks at me in shock and looks me in my eyes "Karma is this true?" I close my eyes and open them again, Father gives me a small smile. "I'm glad you want to take on the war Karma, I already wrote my will and sent it to the lawyer so whether you wanted to or not you would have got it. The war was always yours to inherit." I looked over at Kaname who smiled at me. "Kaname we should probably go, the doctor did say Karma should get some rest."

The ride back to the estate was silent, save for the soft sound of the rain showering against the tinted windows. Olivia sat rigidly in the leather seat of Victor’s car, her wrists still tingling from where the ropes had cut into her skin. Victor sat beside her, his broad frame tense, his fingers drumming lightly against his knee as if trying to cover the storm within him.

“How does it feel knowing you lost to someone who fell flat on his ass halfway through the second round?” “That was karma trying to stop you,” Cameron deadpanned. “Bold of you to assume karma’s on your side.” “Karma has taste.” “I have talent.” “You have audacity.” “And yet,” I echoed, squeezing his hand, “here you are.” He groaned. “If you quote me one more time, I’m pushing you out of the car.” I grinned. “You love my quotes.” “No, I tolerate them.” “You tolerate me.” “Barely.”