Карма 소설 & 이야기

But me , we are much different than that . " Look on the bright side Kane will be there . " Shiva said with mischief in her eyes . " Oh goddess no ." I laughed and rolled my eyes at her. I got out of the tub and dried off . " He doesn't seem that bad …. " I cut her off before she could finish . " He is not .. it's just a lot on my plate these days , and my magic I can feel it getting stronger and that worries me ." I said while putting on my clothes .

Jesse kept mum, his lips pressed into a thin line as he thought and contemplated hard. "What if she shows up on you again? Are you like- still going to see her?" She pried, asking him an honest question. The real question. He looked up at Charlie, having struck a realization. K was karma, K was danger, K was seduction personified. He was willing to risk it all.

He opened the beer and passed one bottle each. "Guys. What's more strong? Love or hate"? He started the conversation after a moment of thinking. "Depends. If it's to revenge, then hate. Otherwise Love". Conrad replied. "But what if we are not sure about Love"? Noah asked. "Baby you can't hate someone if you have never loved someone. Hate never comes alone. It's always the other side of Love, like two sides of a coin". Conrad said. Noah looked into his eyes. "But..."

-ADRIAN POV- I've built my career on the principle that control is everything. It's the only thing that separates the people who succeed from the people who get swept away by circumstance and emotion. Control is knowing exactly what will happen before it happens. Control is building systems that work regardless of external chaos. Control is keeping the world at arm's length so nothing can touch what I've carefully constructed. And I'm very, very good at control. Which is why the assignment Marcus just handed me is simultaneously the most strategic opportunity of my career and the most genuinely irritating thing that's happened to me in months.

“You’re a consequence.” The words hit so hard that she forgot how to breathe. “A consequence,” she repeated. “Yes!” His eyes were calm but intense. “The world made you this way. Raymond, Regina, Mabel, Rachael, the Vanderbilts… they created the very thing that destroyed them. You’re not cruel, Cass. You’re karma.” Her lips parted in stunned astonishment. “And karma isn’t guilty,” Nikolai continued quietly. “Karma isn’t ashamed. Karma doesn’t regret it. Karma delivers verdicts.”

- Oh, my love, don't cry – I tried to calm her down – Mom is here. Liam looked at her and smiled smugly. - I bet she misses my arms. - Fuck off Liam! Daddy is an idiot, daughter. Kyara cried even harder. - Stop cursing me around the girl. - Liam said taking her off my lap carefully. And in a matter of seconds Kyara started to stop crying. What a bag! FlashBack OFF - And it's been that way ever since. Kyara is a stick with Liam, sometimes it even makes him angry.

Out of sheer intelligence, he decided to piece some brilliant facts together in spite of being thrown on the spot. ''Comrades, I've been on this case for some time and I've followed some similar details on each occasion the killer strikes,'' Donovan paused for a bit and threw an assuring look at the embattled Miriam before shifting his gaze towards Williams. ''This psychopath, each she writes her bloody graffiti on the wall, there's a feminine touch to the handwriting. Every graffiti she had written on Mr Westgate's windscreen, the Hotel's wall and the latest one at the ward, had a stylish stroke on each letter. Psychologically, a man wouldn't dabble in such luxury.''

Money, power, luxury, name, can't save from your karma because it's neither hungry for these nor scared from any of these. Karma is hungry for giving justice and scared of punishing innocents. The people who know it are wise and the one doesn't ruin their life. Ekiya's disappearance from Girik's life has disappeared everything from Girik's life. His sleep too, his eyes are dying for asleep but when close only Ekiya is what they dream about and when they opened only Ekiya is what they want to see.

Fate. They call it destiny or kismet. A time comes in life when there's so much happiness that getting something more than what you expected felt surreal, a figment of imagination. As if just the deepest yearning dream of yours comes alive. Your ear rings with a constant numbing feeling of the words that you yearned to hear for years. The words that now repeat in your head like a mantra of lullaby. Calming and serene. Then denial and disbelief kicked in. Questions raking one after the other. It was impossible but then again nothing was impossible for God. When with all your will you try to wake up from the blissful dream but nothing happens.

no way possible, this is from car accident not other reason "No this has to be a misunderstanding , these are from car accident, not from some other reason" "Kiyara...have you ever thought that if your parents died saving you from that burning car, how come only your leg is burned, do you have any other single harm on your body? Do you?" I nodded no.