Karma Grips Novels & Stories

When I was released early from prison for good behavior, my three sisters showed up to pick me up with a dog collar in hand. Vivian Bennett, my eldest sister, held it out to me and said calmly, "Put it on. Don't take it off until we make it home. Pass this final test, and you'll officially become a Bennett." Claire Bennett, my second sister, patted me on the shoulder and sighed. "You've suffered these past seven years. But you smell awful. Go home and take a really good shower before you sit down for dinner." Natalie Bennett, my third sister, looked me up and down, frowning. "When did you get so skinny? I guess the collar suits you now." Seven years ago, they said something similar. Luc

Liquid slid down my fingers as Kairos hissed. “You fucking bitch!” Kairos hissed. He grabbed me by the shoulders and slammed me down against the mat, just as he had done when he caught me during shifting class. My vision started going back and forth from black to white to visions of Kairos above me, face red and snarling. I kept digging my nails into his skin. He tried to shake him loose, but I caught him in the face, causing him to swear. He grabbed my wrist and twisted. Hard.

It rips from his throat. I hear the scraping of his boots on the floorboards. He is rushing me from behind. I turn my torso. His claws are out. Black points grip the air, aiming straight for my eyes. He is slow. I slide my left foot back. I let his momentum carry him past my shoulder. My right hand shoots out. I catch his thick wrist mid-swing. My grip locks like a iron vice around his bone. "Let go!" he roars. I do not let go.

I mean, I've never held a gun in my entire lifetime. “Your grip is trash” Khaid said, his voice flat. He stepped behind me, his chest a solid wall against my back. Then, he reached around, his large hands enveloping mine, forcing my fingers into a textbook wrap. “Thumb forward. Wrap the other hand. Squeeze, don't choke it. It’s a tool, Satera, not a snake.” His breath and smell behind me was very distracting. Why do you smell so good and sweaty and dangerous all at the same time?

It was piercing and critical, the kind of gaze that measured a person's worth in silence. There was something about being stared at this way that disturbed me, but I would not be shaken. I just focused on the rhythm of the motion, on the effortless movement of my hands. I was being extremely careful, I had to prove to him that I was brought here by the hospital because I was the best. I could not afford to destroy the future of my plans. I was not here accidentally, I was karma and I had finally caught up with Vincenzo. By the time I finished, the man's vitals were steady, and the room was too still to bear. I ripped off my gloves and turned to find Vincenzo looking at me with blank eyes. He

He took hold of my hand as he brought me to face him. "Took you so long to join me," oh so he knew I was going to come. He took my lips in a brutal kiss as we were both fighting for dominance, I took a hold of his crotch again as I used my hand to massage it and rubbed my thumb on the head, I could feel his vein, he was so thick. I jumped and he caught me, as I wrapped my legs around him as he used his member to hit my sweet spot. The feeling was so good, I could die happily.

My body slams to the ground beneath her attack, her hands pinning my arms down long enough for her to break free and go for a punch. I am too high on jealousy and anger. My adrenaline is pumping, giving me what feels like special powers. I am alert and sharp enough to catch her blow midair with my hand gripped around her wrist. I roll over, reversing our positions so that she is now the one pinned below me.

Kartika exclaimed still dodging those water slashes. Cakra aims at Alfi’s knees. “Locked!” Cakra exclaimed. “Tinju Angin! (Wind Fist)” Kartika exclaimed. Cakra shoots a blue wind fist bullet from the nozzle to Alfi’s knees making Alfi collapse crushing the stones. (They are on the edge of the lake, remember?) Alfi then gets up and draws Jepitron from his bracelet. Alfi then uses the four of them that Alfi becomes five. Five of them are running in Kartika’s direction.

He was met by his kind smile as Kaylus watched him attentively. "I was watching you." Kaylus looked at him, his eyebrows scrunched on his forehead. "But how? There's no one here though?," he murmured, his eyebrows furrowing further. "Oh! But I did felt some strange tingle on my nape, sire. Like—, like someone was watching me..." His Master chuckled as he clapped his hand once. An object materialized on his right palm. He held it close enough for Kaylus to see. It was a handheld mirror, with gold coating on it's handle and rim.

My eyes got bigger and my heart begins to beat faster. I let go of his grip and took my hand away from him. He gave me a confusing look. "Why?" he asked me. "Don't touch my hand," I told him with a frown. "Why wouldn't touch your hand? Is it dirty?" "You can't do it..." I complained. He rolled his eyes and said, "You're my girlfriend now and I'm your boyfriend too. And it's normal to hold your hands every time we're walking. It's normal for lovers. Isn't that what lovers do? You probably know that and it's not new to you," Dark Louiz explained to me.