Novel Sweetest Karma Novels & Stories

The corner of his mouth slowly lifted up into a smirk. The devilish smirk that graced Adrian's face, while he continued to lap up my juices, was suspicious. His eyes glinted mischievously and I knew just what he was thinking. Suddenly, like he was reading my mind, Adrian withdrew both his fingers and lips from my clit and looked down at me with a satisfied smile. "What do they say about karma, Danielle?" he asked, and without waiting for a reply from me he added, "She's a bitch that comes back to bite you in the ass. Well Danielle, your karma just bit you in your beautiful ass."

she said, making my heart break more than it already is. Not her too. She can't be doing this. " or, oh did your stepfather break it" she said mockingly, my eyes widened, she took it too far. " Did I hit a nerf" she said smirking, I blinked once, twice. I could not believe my ears. NO, NO, No!!!!! my eyes sting, my heart aching, I felt sick, like I am about to faint. How cruel would my life get? Ignore Karima!! she doesn't deserve this, my subconcious told me;

His eyes were blazing with fury, and she could almost feel the impact of the heat. "That motherfucker!" He groaned. "Who the fuck does he think he is?" He sounded even more pissed than Reese was, and she couldn’t help but wonder why he was more pissed. Could it be that— "Don’t brood about it." He reached for her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "He doesn’t know the gem he lost. You are none of the things he called you. In fact, I must confess, you are the most intelligent person I have ever come across. And I am dead serious. Which is why I want you to come work for me.”

The taste of Elena flooded Samantha's mouth as she licked upward, her tongue exploring the maid's folds, salty and slick. Jake's thrusts rocked them all, his grunts mixing with Elena's muffled moans against Samantha's clit. Sweat dripped from Jake's forehead onto Samantha's thigh, cooling quickly.

He hadn’t wanted to carry the remainder of his marriage with him. “We have to work something out, Michaela,” he said softly. “For the baby’s sake… That means compromise, not blackmail.” Michaela turned her head and broke their contact. “Why do I get the feeling the commoner will be doing all of the compromising, Your Royal Highness?” His lips turned up. “Now, tesoro (Italian for ‘sweetheart, baby, honey’), you misjudge me. I can be a very reasonable man.” “I’ll have to conduct an interview of the people you’ve had thrown in the royal dungeon once we get to Carpathia,” Michaela said, a slight bite still evident in her resigned tone.

I got up to leave but he chuckled. "Grow up Malinda, the world is not always what you want it to be." I could hear his cold laughter as I made my way out of the study room. He was right, the world isn't always what we want it to be, he shall see it when the time comes, his reward shall be given to him in a hundredfold and the pain he would feel would be so unbearable that he wishes he would die. "Natasha Wilbur, did you contact the Fantasy company?" One of the directors asked me. I was absent-minded as his question pulled me out of my thoughts. Just like I had wanted to end this quickly, I had called this meeting and decided that we would make a vote.

His hand brought the sheet upto my neck while his eyes stared at mine . " There is no need to work today , I have arranged food for you , You can order more with the work phone in my office . Number is written beside it " I nodded . " If anything happened call the last number on the diary next to the phone , understood ?" I nod once . " Take care , we'll be back by evening "I bite my lip as he suddenly kissed my forehead and walked out . EH ? Why is my heart beating so loudly ? I was eating some chips and going at the back of the house since they had a T.V there , I walked across the cabin but stopped and walked inside it .

No… no…no! Selene No!” My mom shouted as she paced the small space of the living room. I had finally told her about what Damian's father had said to me about getting married to Damian. “What did you do?!” She placed her hands on her head. “Why do you think I never want to bring you in to help even when I need it? What have you done?!”

All I can see now is her walking away without a backward glance, years ago. All I can hear is the deafening silence I suffered while I waited for months to hear even a single word from her, and all I can think about are our plans that she shattered because she was materialistic. Now look at her … she’s all alone, struggling, working weekends, and barely holding things together. What's that popular saying again? Ah, yes! Karma is a bitch, and it has gotten to her quicker than I would have thought! For the first time in years, I feel immense satisfaction coursing through me, the sensation warm and dark in my chest.

People always assumed that dangerous people looked dangerous. They expected cold eyes.bAngry faces. Bloodstained hands. They expected monsters to be obvious, maybe that's why people rarely recognized them. The most dangerous people didn't need to look frightening. Sometimes, they smiled at you. Sometimes, they remembered your birthday. Sometimes, they held your hand while you cried and told you everything was going to be okay. Sometimes, they were the sweetest person in the room. That morning, I wore a white dress.