Karmic Retribution Meaning Novels & Stories

A fiance who'd betrayed me and slept with another woman in front of my face. Now, they were nothing. I didn't wait for them to answer. My voice was devoid of emotion when I said, "I've brought you here tonight for one reason, which is to witness my revenge with your own eyes. "You ruined me, and I shall return it tenfold. From this day onward, neither the Moore nor the Smyth families will ever rise again. We're even now. "This is the karma you deserve." Their faces went ashen as their eyes locked on me, yet somehow staring straight through at their own reflections.

At first, Aria let their words blur, focusing instead on Kieran’s heartbeat against her back, the brush of his breath against her hair, the way his hands roamed absently, soothing himself by touching her. But then she caught a word that pierced through the haze. “Retaliation.” Her head lifted slightly. She began listening closely. Kieran and Thorne were aligned, both insisting that retaliation was necessary. That a message needed to be sent. That no one could attack the Black Moon and escape without facing the consequences. But more than that, Kieran’s voice darkened when he spoke of it. “No one can threaten or try to take Aria without paying in blood. She is mine.”

The misdeeds he committed against Isabella were his own karmic retribution. The retribution that heaven bestowed upon him was that those who wronged their wives would not prosper in their wealth. "Mom, you don't have to feel sorry for me. This is probably the retribution I owe Isabella." Mrs. Hill exclaimed excitedly, "This is just an excuse. There are so many people who have cheated in their marriages in this world, and they haven't suffered much in return. It's you, on the other hand, who plotted against Isabella for the sake of your lover, but you also gave her so many beautiful memories. God should not have punished you."

“This has nothing to do with whether she’s pitiful or not. I just think that the action of attributing the difficulties that kind people or bad people encounter in life to fate or retribution is a manifestation of our incompetency as humans. “Let’s say a person bullied you, you were insulted and beaten by them, and one day in the future, the person died or suffered from some accident or disease. We’ll happily claim that retribution is doing its job, and we’ll feel reconciled and gleeful because of that. But is that really retribution? In fact, that’s the behavior of someone weak and timid.”

No longer able to bear the mental trauma of that realization, Scott coughed up a mouthful of blood before fainting. Zeana was dumbfounded. I did not plan to let this foolish old hag go unpunished, either. As I turned to look at her coldly, I emphatically stated, "You are the sole reason your son ended up like this. He thought Terry killed his first love, so he wanted revenge. "That was why all of this happened. Zeana, don't you think you deserve to die too?" "Ah! Shut up! Shut up!" Zeana clamped her hands over her ears, her scream piercing the air as she spiraled into a hysterical breakdown.

He had heard tales of how dubious demons in the past would inhabit freshly dead bodies or those in coma, preventing the owner from returning. Even if Nikamura were dead, he would rather have her body pure and not contaminated. "You're a lying demon, I see. What fiery pits are you from?" He demanded from her. "Don't you get it too? I'm no fucking demon!" She yelled at him and instantly regretted that move as a sharp pain swept through her body like a wave. She flinched and saw him take the safety off the gun. Wait, he really was going to kill her then. She realized that she needed to do something to salvage herself. She had just woken up and needed to figure things out before she got killed a

“Don’t you dare hurt her!” Lucas warned but he too couldn’t do anything. Belinda patted Lucas – who was a werewolf – on the snout, like he was Belinda’s pet dog. “The sun is almost out and it’s about time we got this over and done.” “What exactly is this?” Adolphus inquired. “Let’s call it, retribution? Or would you prefer karma?” Belinda asked, as she took a seat positioned in a way that he could see everyone.

Love, in my world, was entirely a game that most of us gamble to win without having your heart put on the line, not facing the consequences of losing everything and having your heart burned to the fiery pits of hell. And here comes Karma. A five-letter word that centered on different beliefs and cultures, and yet spoke volumes. Karma reflects on your action: if you've done something bad or good, you get twice in return. It's that simple, plain logic. But for the past several hours in which I lied here in my bed, staring at the ceiling on a freaking Sunday, I asked myself what did I do wrong to have my mate deny me? Was this my Karma? Was this payback for all the hearts I've broken and left i

I chuckled bitterly. "She fought to live, she fought for her baby's life yet you, the one person she trusted, drove her to ruin. You fucking tried to kill her and killed her baby. As if all that wasn't enough, you coveted all she owned and declared her dead even going as far as holding a fucking funeral knowing she was still alive. You're nothing but a fucking thief, a monster that doesn't deserve to live amongst humans." I hissed.

The woman staring back at me wasn’t Anastasiya Van Houten anymore… I was Valencia. She gave me her life. I had spent my entire life knowing exactly who I was. I had defined myself by the mission, by the kill. Relishing in the darkness like a demon. But now? I was something worse. Something stronger. My heart hardened. Malcom Reece had taken everything from us. And every single person who had played a part in our suffering—in Valencia’s suffering—would pay dearly. No mercy. No forgiveness. Only retribution. Valencia watched me for a long moment before she stood up, extending her hand to help me up.