Karma

I'm reincarnated a week before the college entrance exam. Despite being the soon-to-be top scorer, I stab my eye with a syringe. In my past life, Marianne Quentin, my boyfriend Lance Russell's childhood friend, reported me for cheating off her during the final mock exam. The teacher compared our papers and found that my essay was identical to hers. He harshly criticized me and warned me not to repeat my mistake. However, Marianne reported me for copying her answers again during the math exam. Once again, my answers were found to be identical to hers. The teacher scolded me for being incorrigible and sent me home to reflect on my actions. I couldn't understand what had happened. Clearly, I'd never cheated, but my answers were nearly identical to Marianne's, whether in writing and language or in math. As the SAT exam loomed over me, I could only suppress my doubts as I stepped into the exam hall. I finished the writing paper and thought I was safe. However, Marianne stepped out and accused me of cheating again. I tried to defend myself, yet the answers on my paper were identical to hers. In the end, I was disqualified, kicked out of the exam hall, and banned from taking any exams in the next two years—just because I "cheated". I succumbed to despair and leaped from the rooftop. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to one week before the SAT.

Mi amiga, Sofía Santos, la misma que siempre juró que jamás se casaría, me acompañó a la clínica el día de mi inseminación artificial. Pero justo cuando estaba por elegir la muestra de esperma... ¡me la robó! En ese instante lo entendí: ella también había vuelto a vivir. En mi vida anterior, yo solo quería tener un hijo mestizo, así que decidí hacerlo por mi cuenta. Recuerdo que Sofía se burlaba de mí, diciéndome que era una tonta por querer tener un hijo de un desconocido. Lo que nadie imaginó fue lo que vino después: dos semanas más tarde terminé en la corte real. Resultó que el donante que había elegido era, nada menos, que un príncipe extranjero. No solo quiso casarse conmigo, sino que juró que nuestro hijo heredaría el trono. De repente, mi hijo y yo nos convertimos en figuras importantes de la familia real. Las joyas que me regalaban pesaban tanto que apenas podía sostenerme de pie. Mientras tanto, Sofía, tan obsesionada con sus ideas de liberación y ese afán de ir siempre contra todo, terminó metiéndose con la gente equivocada. La despidieron de su trabajo y quedó vetada de la industria. Cuando se enteró del bautizo de mi hijo, viajó desesperada para buscarme. Pero en cuanto la recibí, hizo lo impensable: empujó a mi hijo al suelo, matándolo al instante, y luego me arrojó ácido. —¿Por qué a ti te va tan bien? —gritaba—. ¡Eres una maldita desgraciada, no lo mereces! Cuando volví a abrir los ojos, estaba otra vez en el mismo día... el día en que Sofía me acompañó a la clínica.

"Apa kau mencintai aku? Bagaimana dengan Yuni?" Abizhar tak langsung menyahut. Diamnya untuk sesaat sudah menjadi jawaban yang jelas bagi Shelina. "Aku.. Tentu aku mencintaimu, tapi soal Yuni... Keadaannya rumit. Aku harus tahu keadaannya bagaimana, apakah dia masih membutuhkan aku..," kata Abizhar terdengar kikuk. "Kau harus mengerti aku, Shelina." "Baru kusadari akulah duri dalam hubungan kalian," sahut Shelina pilu. "Aku tidak mau lagi memaksamu untuk mencintai aku. Sekarang Yuni lebih membutuhkanmu daripada aku." Demi sebuah tanah dan jabatan, Abizhar rela mengorbankan kebebasannya dengan menikahi Shelina yang terobsesi padanya. Akankah dia mencintai istrinya? Atau dia kembali pada mantan kekasihnya yang juga simpanannya selama dia menjadi suami Shelina?

On New Year's Eve, Facebook blew up. The reason was that Bennett Miles, the golden boy of Crestmoor’s elite, posted an update. In the photo, a shy young woman hid her face as she leaned against his shoulder while he grinned. His eyes were full of affection and mischief. His caption read, "What do I do? Looks like I'm officially taken." Friends in his circle flooded the comment section with congratulations. The real frenzy began when Bennett announced that the first 10,000 followers to like, share, and comment on the post would each receive a gold bar. The internet went wild with envy and curiosity. Everyone scrambled to find out more about the woman in the picture. Then, someone claiming to have inside information started a livestream. "Stop guessing. Her name is Kara Sierra. You know Sierra Hall at Crestmoor College? That building was named after her! "Two years ago, she had kidney failure. Bennett personally donated one of his own kidneys to save her!"

FICTIONARY TALES: A collection of short stories. Welcome to fictionary tales all written by me which include topics such as KARMA, Love, Revenge, Trauma, Tragedy, Happy endings, Sad endings, Mystery, Adventure and so much more!!

My adopted sister, Rebecca Lawson, steals the gift I painstakingly prepared for the Don and presents it at a family gathering. Everyone in the room is stunned. So, my parents turned what was supposed to be my engagement party into a celebration banquet for Rebecca. They sit together and raise their champagne glasses to toast her, while I collapse alone in the bathroom, hitting my head and bleeding out. After regaining some consciousness, I use all my strength to call them for help, but only the mafia's consigliere and my fiance—Yves Gilbert—answers my calls. "Tessa, why didn't you come to Rebecca's celebration? She felt hurt by your absence! I know you've always been jealous that she could easily gain everyone's affection, but it's what she deserves. "Quickly come over and apologize to Rebecca. Don't disappoint us any further." Yves hangs up the phone after saying that. I stare at the darkened phone screen with an unsightly smile. They don't know that the gift I have prepared for the Don is still a half-finished product and needs to be repaired. However, I don't have the time to tell them. Because I am about to die of illness.

Di balik rumah duka tua peninggalan kakeknya, Reza menemukan sebuah ruang bawah tanah yang tak tercatat dalam denah manapun—dan sebuah peti mati ke-13 yang tak pernah tercatat dalam daftar pemakaman. Mengapa peti itu tersembunyi? Siapa yang ada di dalamnya? Dan kenapa setiap malam… peti itu terdengar bernafas? Rahasia keluarga. Suara-suara dari kegelapan. Dan satu peringatan yang terlambat. "Jangan buka peti itu, apa pun yang terjadi."

Aku dan suamiku sedang roadtrip ke Baloi. Di sana, kami tak sengaja bertemu sepasang kekasih muda. Dalam suasana yang agak mabuk, sebagai seorang istri yang masih mempesona, untuk pertama kalinya aku merasakan kenikmatan bersama empat orang. Sejak saat itu, aku terjerumus ke dalam jurang kenikmatan yang tak bisa kutinggalkan ….

Aku dan Deon telah berpacaran selama tujuh tahun. Namun saat dia dituntut dan dipenjara, aku memilih meninggalkannya dan berbalik menjalin hubungan dengan sahabat terdekatnya. Setelah keluar dari penjara dan bangkit kembali, Deon menggunakan segala cara untuk memaksaku menikah dengannya. Orang-orang di luar mengira dia benar-benar mencintaiku. Namun tak ada yang tahu, setiap malam setelah pernikahan kami, dia membawa wanita yang berbeda ke ranjang pernikahan kami. Bahkan adik kandungku sendiri pun tak luput dari perbuatannya. Itulah hukumannya untukku, karena merasa aku telah mengkhianatinya. Namun tanpa sepengetahuannya, demi membersihkan namanya, aku rela menyusup ke markas mafia. Aku menukar satu ginjal dan setengah hatiku demi mendapatkan bukti kunci. Sayangnya, waktuku di dunia ini sudah tidak lama lagi ....

Grant, the heir to the Bennett family, had been my protector for over a decade. He taught me how to fire my first shot and saved me from every attempt on my life. After someone slipped drugs into Grant's drink at the family gathering, he stumbled into my room, and his icy control shattered. His hands found my waist as he pulled me close, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered my name. A single night of drugged passion left me pregnant with his child. When my twin sister, Claire, found out, she left a note and disappeared, heartbroken. After that, I was cast as the cold-hearted villain who drove her own sister away. Grant personally forced the contraceptive potion down my throat and exiled me to the lawless territories beyond our family's control. To make me atone, he abandoned me to fend for myself in that desolate land. I was eventually killed in the crossfire of a mob war. As I lay dying, my mind was flooded with memories of Grant. The troublemaker he always called me was finally gone. He must have been relieved. When I next opened my eyes, I had returned to the morning after that disastrous night. This time, without hesitation, I drank the contraceptive potion myself.