Novel & Cerita Funny Karma Stories

"You can forget about getting any of my money. I found this card, so it has nothing to do with you." I let out an exasperated laugh at how shamelessly entitled Lara sounded. "Lara, aren't you afraid of karma?" "Karma?" She laughed like I'd just told the joke of the century, cackling along with Adrian. "Karma is me with a billion dollars, and you still being a bottom-feeder stuck riding the subway and eating instant noodles! Oh, and I forgot to tell you that my mom is going to call your parents later and tell them to keep you in line.

Why did everyone else get to have a happy family while I had to wander around hungry and homeless? "I just wanted something to haunt them. A cursed soul? I pulled it out of my ass! Who would've thought they'd actually buy it?" He sneered. "And look what happened now. They didn't believe it ten years ago, but when shit went down, they suddenly believed it. Karma—that's what it was! "When that child was clinging to the crack in the coffin and looking outside, he probably never imagined that his parents would torture him over something a stranger said. Family love? Blood bond? Those are all bullshit!"

What kind of karma did I cash in? “You’re not listening,” he says, looking straight ahead. Crap. I spaced out. “Sorry,” I laugh, biting the inside of my cheek. “Can you say it again? Your smile short-circuited my brain.” He laughs. An actual genuine laugh. And it’s the best sound in the world. I get smiles maybe once a week, but a laugh? That’s a blue moon event. “Okay,” he says, shaking his head like I’m ridiculous. “I’ll say it again. Do you know what kind of people were in that auction?”

"I could bankrupt him with a snap of my fingers. If you don't want me to destroy him, I suggest you behave." I let out a bitter laugh and spat in his face. "Go ahead. He dumped me a long time ago. I hate him more than anyone. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have ended up like this. If you actually ruin him, I should be thanking you." "Is that so?" He let out a low chuckle, his voice laced with cruel amusement. "Looks like you're finally getting a taste of karma. But tell me, what about those kids? Do they mean nothing to you?"

He asked, signaling the bartender. We found a small table near the bar, and soon enough, we were deep in conversation, the minutes flying by effortlessly. Liam had this way of making me feel at ease, like I could let my guard down without worrying about judgment. He told me funny stories about his early days at the company, including an embarrassing incident with a photocopier that left me clutching my stomach with laughter. “You’re kidding,” I said between laughs, wiping a tear from the corner of my eye. “I wish I were,” he said, grinning. “But no, I really did trip over the cord and send about a hundred copies of my butt flying through the office. Needless to say, I double-check all cords

"Who do you take me for? Of course, I did. I super glued his alarm clock to the ceiling. He busted a hole in it trying to get the alarm clock down." "Oh my god!" Jamie cackled. Karma, and black mail, it was a good day. "Sounds like a prank my friend Sarah did once. She bedazzled our skin when we were younger, so we'd be 'fancy.' She used superglue on mine. Joke was on her though because for the next week I had fake gem knuckle dusters in sparring." "Pfft! Ahahaha! Now that would be a sight!" "You two would either get along like a house on fire or a world gone mad," Jamie said dryly. "You'd match pretty well at least. You're a big *ss wolf, and she's a fancy tundra wolf."

Jim chuckles, adding his own twist to the tale, "Well, speaking of rain, I remember this one time when our family camping trip turned into a muddy adventure. We ended up making the best mud pies, and Mom was not happy about it!" Jonathan, intrigued, leans in and shares, "Rain seems to be the theme tonight. You know, back in college, there was this legendary prank involving a rain machine. Let me tell you, that story still makes me laugh." Laughter echoes through the room as we dive into one amusing story after another. The living room, once a serene space, now resonates with the joyous sound of shared narratives. Each tale unfolds like a piece of a puzzle, contributing to the colorful mosaic

Would he still love me if he knew who I truly was or the things I’d done? Would he still love me if he knew that I had spent the past decade as a karma dealer? Yes, you heard me right. I deal out karma for a living. I know it sounds complicated & a bit crazy, and sometimes it is, but I always enjoyed my work & I’ve made damn good money doing it. You'd be surprised how much a vindictive individual will pay to see you dish out karma to those that have wronged them. The only downside of my work is that I could never stay in any one place too long.

Because deep down, he knew very well that I was the one who gave the most to that family. Seeing that my heart was hard, Aunt Marsha began shrieking like a shrew. "Miles Lawson, is your heart made of stone? How can you be this vicious and say such things to a child? If you dare abandon him, I'll post you online and let the whole country see your ugly face!" "Go ahead," I said with a faint smile. "Then the whole country will know you have a niece who's a criminal. Guess whether your three sons will still be able to find wives after that."

Chantelle cuts them some nasty eye, corks her drink with the straw still inside it, and tucks it under her armpit. "Ewwwwwwwwwww. Gross." Pascal and Abe chorus. Amanda chuckles so hard that she chokes on the third wafer stick she had between her lips like a cigarette. Those people that say "Karma is a bitch" are just insane. Karma is a hot chick, living like it's nobody's business. Pokubo walks past us, on the pavement ahead, her flat sole shoes making a scraping sound on the hard floor. "Any time I see Pokubo eh, life dey tire me. I swear down." Ahmed says. They burst into laughter, low short snickers. Chantelle does too, and her tongue is a darker shade of red.