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

After opening its cap, he put a straw in and fed it to Tina. "Even after this, you still didn't dare to be angry at the person who wanted to kill you. You still wanted to pin the blame on me, didn't you? Do you think your savior won't kill you? Or do you think that Coco is scarier than me?" Harvey sighed. "No wonder the saying goes that the righteous always live a shorter life compared to the wicked. If everyone who was saved acted just like you and didn't know how to be grateful, no one in this world would do good anymore. If Grand City's moral standards have dropped, you're the source…"

_______________________________ Paxson was sitting on a rock, waiting for certain news. All in her life she had been too eager to get a man who could love her, cherish and adore her. She wanted a fairytale. But the world made her evil. The evil is never built but it borns from the same person who has seen so much wrong with itself. She was an obedient wife but her husband forced her to take the wrong path and here she is... Practising black magic she did destroy everything. Her love life, her married life, her family but now she is known to be a wicked witch...who eats children.

"Power. Corruption. Greed." Victor chuckled. "A simplistic view. We exist because the world demands us. Governments fail. Economies collapse. And in the chaos, men like Lucian rise. He was a brute, but he served his purpose. And now, you have removed him." "You don’t seem very upset about that," Isabelle observed. Victor sighed. "Lucian was reckless. His actions jeopardized everything we have built. But you... you are interesting. You seek justice and order. Perhaps we are not so different."

"I just want to remind you that everyone reaps what they sow." Valery could take it no more. She held her belly with a pale face, her eyes wide with rage. But she quickly calmed down. She remembered her mother had once told her there was no such thing as retribution in this world. The law of the jungle was that the weak became prey for the strong. God was by the side of the strong and stood by them. How else did bad people go on to live forever and good ones perish? Whoever dared to block her way, would be killed.

I wake up every morning and the fire intensifies each passing day and no matter how hot it is I don’t seem to at least perish and die. I keep waking up to same routine and there’s nothing much I can do to help myself…I had tried before but it only got worse. I feel like this is my judgement however it is unfair. I have always lived my life right, follow the rules and be a good girl then why am I here? Why am I facing so much with no hope of recovery? Doesn’t the almighty see my misfortune and how much I want out? They indeed said “maybe he want us to meet a few wrong people so that when we finally meet the right person we will know how to be grateful for that gift…”

“He did rape that girl... He's reaping what he sowed.” Jacob glanced at her and laughed. “There's no such thing in life, my dear. Karma isn't real. The world is just awful, and justice gets treated like shit. All there is is luck. And that man...? He ran out of luck. Nothing else. If karma was real, this world would be a better place—everyone getting what they deserve, getting exactly what they give. What's going around coming around,” he sang. Louisa shrugged. “Too bad,” she snorted. “I bet his adopters are the ones ruining him like this. The company is a wreck, I heard they lost a lot of workers, others are on strike.”

No one even cares, even the government left these people. The world is such cruel. Everyone was never been living in equality. This word is a false and a sugar coat coming from the tongue of human living in prosperity. There is always superior and inferior, strong and weak, rich and poor, good and bad people. Even omnipotent being made day and night, a light and a dark. Even her Mother's death, Mizu can't have her justice. No one will care, she can only blame her mother's unfortunate fate.

Life truly wasn't fair. All the new Badmus had was all they looted from my father and mother; all they had looted from us. And they flaunted it to all and sundry without an ounce of shame or regret; to the extent that they were now being praised and honoured wherever they go, while the true owners of it all were left suffering in disease and struggling with poverty. It didn't need black magic to foresee how Olori Ebi and his cohort would rot in hell, as they now had enough money to bend earthly justice to their will.

My heart hammered against my ribs, but I kept my expression calm. "For as long as anyone here can remember," I began, "our world has been divided into 'righteous' and 'unrighteous.' Those who served the council's wars were rewarded with resources, trade agreements, and respect. Those who refused were branded as cowards, denied basic necessities, and treated as lesser wolves." "The righteous were stronger," Alpha Cornelius, one of the righteous alphas interrupted. "They protected our kind while the unrighteous hid behind their borders." "Protected us from what?" Alpha Chen shot back, his voice sharp. "From the wars the councils orchestrated themselves?”

His mind was spinning with guilt, shame… and dark, forbidden desire. He knew he should kick Ethan out tomorrow. But deep down, he wasn’t sure he wanted to.