Karma Grips Novels & Stories

He slammed back in, doggy style, his hands gripping my hips as he thrust deep and fast. “Fuck, your pussy grips me so good." Thea slid beneath me, her mouth latching onto my swinging breast as she tried to suck them, desperate. Adam slapped my ass lightly. “You two are filthy. Kara, tell me how my cock feels.” “It’s so big… stretching me… don’t stop!” I gasped, feeling Thea's teeth against my nipple. Thea chuckled lightly. "Fuck her harder, Adam, make her come.” He growled, thrusting faster, his balls slapping against me. “Come on my cock, Kara. Grip me.”

"And that's more than enough." Arka moved. His large hand, calloused from hitting heavy bags and gripping basketballs, crept down from the armrest. He didn't hesitate. He didn't ask for permission. He immediately slid his thick fingers between Bima's, resting directly on his thigh. Grip. The hold was so strong, it was an absolute declaration of possession. Arka wasn't just holding his hand; he was locking it. Arka’s palm felt incredibly hot, contrasting sharply with Bima’s skin, which was cold from the AC. Bima felt his heart race wildly, thudding against his ribs in time with the movie's score. He tried to pull his hand away for a split second, just to tease him, but Arka only tightened his

I swallowed hard and accepted it, then wrapped around my hands and my knees before stepping in beside him. My mind drifted to Knox, and I bit down on my lips hard, guilt threatening to cripple me. I turned to Eros, who was pushing his hair back, tying it into a tight bun, before wrapping a headband around his forehead. He looked the same. Quiet, almost like he didn't want to engage. "Alright. We are doing the Kimura today. Alphas, I am going to label you. A and B. Remember, leverage, synchronise, locks, and trust. This isn't a real spar. Take care of your partner."

Chapter 48 Sarah's Accomplishments As the semester resumed, Karma returned to college with Bella and Matt and her new Hybrid powers, eager to navigate her enhanced strength, speed, and agility. Her friends, Bella and Matt, stuck close, supporting her through the ups and downs. As Karma acclimated to her new life, she began to explore the limits of her powers, learning to control her strength and speed. She joined the college track team, dominating every race with her supernatural abilities. Her teammates looked on in awe, unaware of the secrets she kept.

I drew my hand from his grip. He went behind me and set my hands. I gulped, trying not to pay attention to our closeness and the way his body felt so nice pressed against me. "To make a perfect fist, close your hand tightly with your thumb on top of your 4 fingers. Rest your thumb on top of your middle knuckle. Squeeze firmly to maintain a strong grip. Keep your wrist as straight as possible and never bend it while striking a target. Got it?" He breathed against my ear and it went straight to my core, creating a pool of wetness. I nodded but I heard nothing.

The ring Rachel was holding slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor. She couldn't believe her ears and seized the man by the collar. "What did you say? Say that again!" Her grip was so tight that the man struggled to breathe. Still, he forced himself to get the words out.

My heart began thumping under this newfound terror and Kieran could sense it through our bond. “Just try to stay calm, alright?” he muttered through clenched teeth, his grip tightening on mine. “Don’t be scared about anything else.” His focus snapped back to the ritual, his face tightening as he channeled more of his energy into me. Black wolf patterns began to curl across his arms, swirling like dark smoke over his skin. His fangs lengthened, gleaming sharply under the firelight and his nails sharpened into claws that scratched the stone beside me. His half-beast form grew stronger, yet his grip on my hand stayed warm and gentle.

York's cold, unreadable gaze locked onto Luna as he advanced step by step. The silver prosthetic limb did nothing to diminish his imposing presence. If anything, it added a dangerous, coiled energy to him, like a predator waiting to strike. Luna flinched, instinctively backing away several steps. "Weren't you supposed to be in Rafiq?" York's eyes swept the room; his expression darkened when he didn't see the person he expected. Luna shot me a venomous look.

“Calm down and trust him.” Kris pulls himself to his feet, looking up to find my eyes. I push down my horror and fear, nodding at him. He limps forward, one hand clutching his ribs and the other clenching into a fist by his side. Slowly, he brings both hands in front of him and growls menacingly. The wolves whine, the mere authority of Kris’ growl forcing them into submission. Without waiting, he charges at them but is only able to get one wolf with a blow to the ribs. Blood spews out of its mouth, and it falls to the ground.

Warm fresh tears streamed down my cheeks like waterfalls as I tried to pry his hand away from my face, but his grip only grew tighter …so tight I could feel cracks forming on my jawline like streams to an ocean. "You were wrong" he punched me in the face before finally letting go. The force of his punch forced me to fall back on the ground and scrape my elbows when I used them to break the fall. I couldn't feel my nose and the sudden metallic taste in my mouth only enlightened me on the reason why, he broke my nose. As if that wasn't enough pain already he moved closer to me and, gripping a fist full of my hair pulled my head up and punched me again.