Why Do The Wicked Prosper While The Righteous Suffer Novels & Stories

Every sinner receives punishment equal to the chief sin they have committed, in an ever grislier dose of poetic justice. I know I’m going to faint any second so as soon as this thought occurs to me, tiny pieces of wire creep delicately under my eyelids to keep them from closing. Insistent electric charges also zap my vision right back into focus as though to remind me not to look away or I’d miss the show. “Sub-level 4. Money-hoarders, squanderers and corrupt politicians. Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where gentlemanly Death shall come like a thief in the night and all that.”

Looking at the man whom the moon goddess chose for me, I could not help but lament at my bad luck. They say that a mating bond is meant to be sacred and beautiful then why is it the exact opposite for me? I had looked forward to finding my mate and having a happily ever after but with the current development, I was bound to be doomed forever. With a child growing in my stomach and a mate who feels nothing but disgust towards me, could my luck get any worse. “ Some people are bound to suffer, not because they are bad people and deserve it but because that's just how life is. It has no balance.” That was my mother's answer when I questioned her why we were treated differently from the others.

Life has been put into the line and they already grasp the thought of the possibilities caused by their tests. If God is real, He could have done something to prevent it from happening. However, their society is embraced by darkness. A nation where both ordinary and innocent people dwell with unsafe criminals. A place where they desire for more authority and their minds are driven by money, making it their god. A land where they love destruction and killing. They use children to taste the bitterness of their lives, growing pain, resentment, and vengeance in their hearts.

“Of course, in every race, in every kind, human and supernatural, there will always be the balance of good and evil. Everything is enjoyed and valued when there is the presence of risk, danger, and opposition.” “Happiness is known as one when there is a moment to experience sadness. Freedom is valued when oppression of any kind exists. And many other things, so most wise men lived long before they came to obtain wisdom. Although age is never the only way to be wise, it is the most prominent one.” Ethan nodded as he realize Aldric’s words made sense. “How do we know if a witch is trustworthy or not?” Ethan asked as they walked back to where Lexy was asleep; the main bedroom.

The punishment that would make both of them cry was more hysterical than Nayya and her mother. It will happen, God never sleeps. He will punish bad women like these two. And don't forget Javior, the disgusting man who has abandoned a sincere woman like Karin and a smart and virtuous daughter like Ainayya. God will also make him know what the law of Karma is. God will make him realize that he is just a creature who does not deserve to be called a man, does not deserve to be called a husband and does not deserve to be called a father.

Annoyed that nothing seems to be working out, even though I strive so hard—too hard. I stare down at my hands. The ones that used to be soft, beautifully adorned with acrylic nails, and had never had to work a day in my life have now roughened from trying to make ends meet. Oh… God, isn’t life so unfair? Why is life so difficult? My family has always been good and kind. We are not wealthy, but we have always been comfortable and content… and yet, is it my family that has to go through all of this? Why do good people suffer while the bad ones have everything going smoothly?

Later, he left with Erna to somewhere no one knew. I was surprised to hear all that. Arnold had worked hard to live a good life, but he'd screwed up, and everything he had was gone within a few years. "They deserved it, if you ask me." Henrietta laughed heartily, satisfied with the way things ended up for them. "They deserved it for doing all those bad things to you. The gods are fair, so people who do bad things are always punished." I nodded in agreement. Those who did bad things would always end up paying the price.

Keith’s eyes darkened as he gave a low reply. “Why? Why is it that good people always suffer, while the bad ones live freely? It’s not fair!” She thought of her mother—such a kind woman yet fated to die young. She herself had done nothing wrong, yet was struck with stomach cancer in her prime. And now her honest, simple uncle had a brain tumor. Meanwhile, those who had done countless cruel things lived in comfort and ease. The injustice gnawed at her, filling her heart with bitterness.

He asked him and being a truly wise man, he replied, "Of course you will be pardoned; repent at once. I have just one piece of advice for you: avoid the company of wicked people and mix with good people, for bad company leads one into sin." The man expressed repentance and regret, weeping as he sincerely implored his Lord to pardon him. Then, turning his back on bad company, he set off to find a neighborhood where righteous people lived. On the way, his appointed hour arrived, and he died. The angels of punishment and of mercy both came to take away his soul. The angels of punishment said that as a sinful person he rightfully belonged to them, but the angels of mercy also claimed him, saying

"Then what about the tire? The burning? The killing?" "That's what the crowd wants. The market people, these cultists, they steal what others put so much effort into getting. The hustle. The pain. The crowd doesn't want to listen. You can call them heartless but they'd tell you that these boys were heartless for doing what they do. And we, we only give them what the crowd wants. You know what the Bible says. It says ‘suffer not the wicked to live or go unpunished’." He shakes his head. "No... I don't know if I quoted it right—"