Karma Novels & Stories

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.

He opened the beer and passed one bottle each. "Guys. What's more strong? Love or hate"? He started the conversation after a moment of thinking. "Depends. If it's to revenge, then hate. Otherwise Love". Conrad replied. "But what if we are not sure about Love"? Noah asked. "Baby you can't hate someone if you have never loved someone. Hate never comes alone. It's always the other side of Love, like two sides of a coin". Conrad said. Noah looked into his eyes. "But..."

"That's what makes people connect. That's what makes them trust her. Not because she's perfect, but because she's honest." "Honesty doesn't drive market share," I said. "Strategic positioning drives market share." "You're wrong," Eli said, and it was the first time he'd directly contradicted me without immediately offering an alternative framework. "Honesty does drive market share. Because when people feel seen and understood, they build loyalty. That's how brand advocacy starts. Not with perfection. With recognition." I wanted to argue that the data didn't support this, but I was starting to understand that I couldn't win arguments with Eli by citing data if the data was measuring the wrong

I asked Ranvijay. "Nothing. Just don't speak in Hindi. Sometimes I forget my own learnt Hindi by hearing yours." "You can't appreciate anyone. Right?" I was really pissed off. "I can but not someone who speaks such disastrous Hindi like "thar Phaye ``,khya ``,'''deal `` etc. It's "tar paye" means tormenting, not "thar Phaye". We don't need Thor from Marvel DC among us. It's "kya” means what not "khya".

“Oh, this big boy Alpha is not getting the best of me.” Kylie said and waved her hand to dismiss her warriors behind her She was the beta of the moonstone pack, and she and her men had been on the hunt for a few rogues that had been causing chaos in packs over the country. It turns out that the Alpha of the Rising Gem pack, who was also her ex, was also on the hunt for them and now that one of the rogues had been caught in the borders of the two pack, the big bad Alpha of the Rising Gem pack wanted to dish out justice.

I watched Karen's face and saw her eyes move down my body to my hard cock, and then she looked up and smiled at me. "Could you turn around and face Sarah?" she asked me. I turned around and Sarah's eyes immediately went to my erection. "Oh my," she said. "Are you hard just from being naked in front of me, Jack?" she asked. "Probably so," Karen volunteered before I could answer, "Have you heard of CFNM?" "Um, no." "It stands for Clothed Female, Naked Male. It's a big thing with a lot of male submissives, they respond to the humiliation they feel when for once it's them getting objectified instead of the woman. It's called a power exchange."

“Hold on, let me check the school forum. Maybe someone posted something dumb.” She scrolled quick, then her eyes got huge. “Oh no… Aria, someone filmed you slapping Kai this morning. It’s all over the forum already. Look.” I leaned in and saw the video — me getting off the bike, slapping Kai, then storming off. The comments were blowing up. Maya read some out loud, trying to sound funny but her voice was feisty. “Listen to this: ‘That omega just slapped Kai Steel?! Who does she think she is?’ And this one: ‘An omega hitting our alpha? She must have a death wish.’”

Lush’s POV A small white label on the top bore my name in simple, block letters: *LUSH*. There was no return address, no shipping barcode, and no postage stamp. It had been hand-delivered, bypassed the outer security checkpoints, and deposited straight into the heart of Alexander’s sanctuary.

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