Karma Backstabbers Quotes Novels & Stories

I whispered to myself, and all of my darkest recollections of other people who hurt us came flooding back to me. "It wasn't about us, son; it was about the people who lacked the compassion and empathy that we have. No matter how hard they attempt to escape their graves, karma will find a way to bring them back." "Mom, after everything we've been through, I think it's acceptable if I just stop caring about other people. I don't think I'll ever trust anyone again." ***

“Do you know what you have done? Do you know who you have insulted?” The room answers with a silence so thick it feels like contempt. “Kieran,” I spit, each syllable a lash, “You ingrate. You ungrateful bearer of my name. Do you think this is bravery? This is idiocy. You sit at my table, you wear my riches like a trophy, and you choose to stab me in the back?” My chest beats in time with the fury, a drum that demands an audience. My throat works. I refuse to be made small in front of these mice.

“You’re delusional. And manipulative. That’s why this entire mess worked in your favor.” She took a step closer, her voice dropping like a warning wrapped in a curse. “But remember this— you lose them how you get them. Karma is a bitch after all.”

“You’re a consequence.” The words hit so hard that she forgot how to breathe. “A consequence,” she repeated. “Yes!” His eyes were calm but intense. “The world made you this way. Raymond, Regina, Mabel, Rachael, the Vanderbilts… they created the very thing that destroyed them. You’re not cruel, Cass. You’re karma.” Her lips parted in stunned astonishment. “And karma isn’t guilty,” Nikolai continued quietly. “Karma isn’t ashamed. Karma doesn’t regret it. Karma delivers verdicts.”

I stifled a gulp, feeling my stomach twist into knots. “Wait, I think her fingers just twitched,” one of them said. “What if we unplug her life machine then when she died, we'd plug it back?” A feathery voice suggested, and a lump grew in my throat. How many more betrayals do I have to face? “No, why would you do that?” Another female asked in horror. “With the way Ashton looked at her earlier, when she wakes up, I'm certain I will have no chances with Ashton,” the one who had suggested in killing me responded.

I said in feigned empathy as I pouted and she scoffed in response before stopping to look at me. “If asking for your help was me going against you, then so be it. If I deserve what you gave to me, that's good. But remember one thing, Isabella. Karma is real and it bites back harder than you think.” She said with a slight smirk as she continued to arrange her things and my eyes widened in shock at her words. “Are you threatening me? Listen to me, no one will ever believe you over me. Your words have no effect and you would never be able to prove yourself innocent. Just give up and leave. Who knows, I might ask Scott to help you find a new job-”

"Hey, woman! We're not afraid of your threats! Karma is for people like you, not us! Because we're not promiscuous, gold-diggers, manipulative, and definitely not users of people!" "But do you hear yourselves right now?" I laughed at the shallowness of their minds. "The words that come out of your mouths and the judgments you make about me? When was the last time you looked in the mirror, huh? If you act like that, you act as if you're so pure!"

She immediately threw away the kettle and cried in pain. Kisa came out from behind the chair and saw Sharon nursing her hand, the back of which was red. She said sarcastically, "That is karma, isn't it?" Sharon glared at her. "I didn't know you were more sinister and vicious than anyone else, b8tch." Kisa stared at Sharon expressionlessly and let her curse all she wanted. "Why did you tell others about our abduction?"

The response elicited a sarcastic smirk and a roll of her eyes. She then began to speak, her voice rising sharply. Her words poured out in an unrestrained torrent, fueled by raw anger and bitterness. An English phrase rang out, startling in its incongruity: "Karma is a bitch" Finally, she took a breath and her tone resumed its previous coldness as she ended the call. As I watched, her mask began to crumble, revealing flashes of deep-seated pain. She closed her eyes, seemingly trying to regain her composure, but it was a losing battle. Her breaths became ragged, and she lowered her head, cradling it in her hand.

Brie yells. I stop in my tracks. "That word again. There is no such thing, like I told Adele before, it is just something you jealous bitches say, just because someone has it better than you. And even if someone did you dirty, it's just life. If there were such a thing as 'karma', then Elon Musk wouldn't be rich. And I'm sure as hell that so many other people wouldn't be in such top position either, because they fucked over so many people to get there."