Nagisa X Karma Novels & Stories

The slap cracked through the corridor like a gunshot. Klaus’s head snapped to the side, and I watched the red bloom across his cheek. My palm stung. My whole body was trembling—from rage, from that damned kiss, from the way every nerve ending came alive under his touch like I’d been dead for five years and he had just breathed life back into me. I hated it. I hated him. I hated that for one traitorous second, I had kissed him back. “Yes,” I snapped, “Yes, I’m Margaux. And you better stay the fuck away from me because there was nothing between us. There would never be anything between us.”

I nodded and pulled his head close to me, "Yes and I want it deeper…" "Make me." My nails started scratching on his back after bury his manhood deeper inside. My v*g*na suddenly feel odd because it's already been years when I had huge d*ck throbbing inside me. "H-how…" "It's up to you, Gab." The way he said my name was like heaven to me, his whisperings, his fragrance breath, giving me goosebumps. "H-harder…" "Say the magic word." "F*ck that magic word! We're not doing such fantasy, Kalix!" I yelled.

Natalie took a long, measured breath, her eyes never leaving Cora’s face. “It’s your choice,” Natalie said softly, but there was an edge of finality in her tone. “But even if you take your own life, know this: karma will still chase you. It will hunt you from the depths of hell and into your next life.” Cora’s expression faltered for a moment, the weight of those words sinking in. She didn’t speak, only stared at Natalie, as if searching for some kind of reassurance or a way out of her torment.

At the Bloodline Rite of the Nightborn, Count Louis Ashford knelt on one knee and asked the Council of Elders to approve our eternal blood pact. In my last life, I was so overwhelmed that I slit my wrist, ready to seal the pact, when Louis's attendant, Owen Mercer, suddenly burst in. He accused me of stealing the Sacred Blood Crystal offered to the First Ancestor, of plotting to betray the clan. They found shards of the crystal in my room, along with a forbidden curse hidden inside my amulet that veiled my scent. The whole clan denounced me as a traitor and called for a wooden stake through my heart. At the last moment, Louis risked everything to beg the Council to spare me, then forced me i

Would you forgive the man who crashed your world and left you in the dust of his destruction? I wouldn't! Damien Cross destroyed my world, but with the scars of our divorce, I've returned to dismantle his bit by bit, and he’s about to learn the hardest lesson of his life: Karma doesn't forgive. And I, Juliette Hart, am his.

“I TOLD YOU SO MANY TIMES! IF IT COMES TO FEMALE CHARACTERS, GIVE HER SOME TEMPTING PHYSICAL APPEARANCE JUST LIKE WHAT WE SEE ON BLUE FILM!” “DONT LUMP MY MASTERPIECE WITH A STUPID HAREM KING NOVEL LIKE ISEKAI SMARTPHONE TO TOMO NI!” “NO WAY! I WANT ONE LIKE HIGHSCHOOL DXD OR RANCE!” “CAN YOU STOP MENTIONING ANIME TITLES? DMCA COULD SUE ME AGAIN FOR SURE!” “YOU STARTED IT, ASSHOLE!” “What did you say?!” Kartika said. Her blue Iru comes out from her body and cloaks her in. She summons Cakra who has turned into a blue hooded Grim Reaper.

he asked and opened his arms. "I don't take on anyone not until the packs complain to me and I find it to be rational" he retorted sternly. "I think we can start the fight" Alpha Nolan brought up the stone of Kitana to his mouth. "Carter, I'm sure you must have given them the wax but all of you are going to be surprised. These great people can't eat that wax but they can kill whoever rub it on" he laughed and whispered to the stone. The demons started groaning softly, it turned into a noisy one gradually and they moved at them violently.

He was marking his territory. He was claiming me. Right there, in front of his whole family. He was telling them that this strange new woman was his. I hated that, i really hated that he was treating me like I was his possession. I am the Red Reaper, i am the one who is supposed to kill him. I am not his girl. “Why are you doing this?” I whispered. He looked down at me. His eyes were right on mine. We were moving slowly on the dance floor.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

The camera was on, his face professional, but beneath the desk his cock strained against his sweatpants. The door creaked open softly. Nagur slipped in, still sleepy-eyed from an earlier subspace session, wearing nothing but the delicate black lace lingerie Cassian had personally picked out for him that morning. The sheer fabric clung to his skin, the intricate patterns framing his nipples and barely covering his half-hard cock, the back of the panties cut high to expose the base of the massive plug still lodged in his ass. A faint trail of dried cum from the morning’s face-fucking still clung to his collarbone. Nagur moved with that dreamy, subspace-tinged grace, padding barefoot across the