Stories Of Karma Novels & Stories

"Whatever goes around, eventually comes around." She became sterner as she advanced on me. "You should be aware by now that I have already dealt with my karma. There's nothing worse than getting raped in front of your parents and then watching them get killed in cold blood and then they leave you there to bleed out while everything burns around you. Imagine it, Khione, that was my Karma." She paused a few feet from me. "It's all about you. Everyone knows your story, but no one cares enough to ask about mine and know how much I've suffered that I promised myself never to be that weak and clueless again. If Enzo hadn't saved me, I would have been burned with my parents' corpses." I sighed. "I'

Mika's pov Been away from Cole has been hard but it's something I really needed. It's also been refreshing spending time with my sisters. Watching them and their husbands was inspiring. Had talks with my brother in law's, they explained that with love it gives you something to hold onto in both good and bad times, with respect it helps you understand each other; the likes and dislikes of the other, with tolerance it helps you understand that you are two different people. Who both think that their choices are right can be due to upbringing or just how you are wired, with tolerance it makes you try to see the world in the eyes of the other with a little mix of yourself. They also told me somet

“It has everything to do with it! I’m just grateful none of this has reached my children.” “You really think this is karma?” “What else could it be? It’s obvious. In the past, I sought justice, and the price I was meant to pay never came—until now. Nobody tells you how karma will strike, but now I know. I lost a wonderful woman and my beloved son. Frank was our karma. Peter and I made him suffer. I took his finger and his ear; Peter blinded him. I eventually found him living in filth and took him to a hospice to die.

"What?" "I don't know if I'll get dragged into this, but if I do, I might end up facing the same fate. So, I thought I'd come and ask how you feel about it. I need to be mentally prepared." Henry's chest heaved, his face turning ghostly pale. "You…" Chaya lowered her handkerchief. "Do you believe in karma? Mom said that doing bad things comes back to haunt you, and that it can affect your children. Being your daughter is my misfortune."

Eventually he lost everything and ended up as a middle-aged beggar. I didn't keep up with Lydia's and Zachary's lives. After the incident was resolved, I fulfilled my promise to Sarah and operated on her mother. The operation was a complete success, and her mother quickly returned to normal life. I was rehired by the hospital and continued to be a dedicated doctor. Throughout the rest of my career, I worked diligently and never neglected my duties. Karma had a way of catching up with us, and I had always believed it.

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

She states. "With pleasure, Gracia! But I'll tell you something that I told your daughter some months back - karma, is a bitch! And you won't know when it'll strike you." "I'm karma, Ellie, and I am getting everything that was taken away from me, and crushing everything that stands in my way. Seven days, Ellie! Seven! Now leave!"

I shuttered, pangs of nerves hitting me like a train, my tears resisted been kept behind bars, it blossomed down my face like the drizzling of rain, I choked,"K-illian." Life is such that I couldn't understand. It's been since ages that I didn't trust what will come facing me tomorrow not to talk of the next few years or decades. If you have heard it of talk 'karma' then it's what can qualify my dilemma. Karma; they say when karma catches up with a person, that person is ruined and what would have left of him is his aches. But not in this situation.

Mr Sharma seemed to have regained his composure and was frowning rather intently towards Claire's crotch. "Are you okay Mr Sharma?" asked Claire, noticed his apparent uneasiness. "I am finding myself in a rather difficult position. As you know Claire, under the doctrines of my religion we are now in a position where there is a rather concerning cosmic imbalance." "Oh, that's right!" replied Claire, sounding almost eager as she realised what the old shopkeeper was referring to. Mr Sharma nodded sagely. "In order to carry out the needs of karma I have no choice but to maximise your pleasure in return."

“Well, his wife and children caught the plaque. Though his wife and son survived, the daughter didn’t.” “That sounds really sad!” Maeva vocalized as I took a breath. “The thing is my ancestor was caught up in trying to help everyone and almost missed helping his own family. That’s the point of the story is to remember what is important and never stray, like he did.” It barely explains how much hurt I felt during that time or how I really failed. She had just turned 15, the same age she well be turning soon. Karma really is cruel but also a blessing for this time I won’t fail. If I have breath in my lungs then she will survive, no matter what.