Beneath Her Mercy Chinese Drama Novels & Stories

“You’d be better off staying here instead of running off into the woods every chance you get. Your husband isn’t going to allow you to shift all day and ignore your duties at home.” “I’m not married yet, Mercy.” She crosses her arms over her breasts, scowling at me. Her dark brown, glossy hair is swept back away from her impossibly beautiful face. She’s tall and lithe. Graceful. Lovely. But her soul is rotten, and she’s the biggest bitch I’ve ever met in my life. “You will be after this year’s Harvest Festival. Hardan of Navvan is going to give father six goats for you.” I wipe my bloody hands on my dress, turning to her. “And to think I’m only worth four. He must really like me.”

She touches her chest where the mark glows, unaware that every time it flares, it sends a tremor into my waters. She doesn’t know what she’s feeding. I could end it now. Draw the tide over the cliffs, let the sea swallow the fortress whole. But as I raise my hands, the waves hesitate. They remember her face. The reflection of what I once was. “She isn’t ready,” I whisper. The tide stills, listening. “She still thinks mercy is strength.” A voice answers, not mine not the sea’s. Something beneath both. It rumbles like the deep shifting. “Then teach her what mercy costs.”

Mercy Mercy was glad to see Isabella. She was so kind and refreshing. She’d brought Mercy some clean clothes and made sure she was able to take a shower without any help. She’d also brought her a snack, which was great, even though Cleo had brought her a full breakfast. Mercy felt like her stomach was turning inside out, she was so hungry. Now, she was sitting on the bed, feeling comfy in a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. They smelled like flowers and fresh cotton and made her skin feel all soft and snuggly. There was something going on with her hair, though, and it was bothering her almost as much as the fact that she couldn’t remember anything. The urge to flip her hair back over her sho

"I know you must both be so angry with me. Adrian is as well. I'm selfish and stupid. I deserve everything that's ever happened to me. But I'm so tired. I can't outplay Sean. I can't even drag him down with me when I die." I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. The rain seemed to be pouring harder now. At that moment, I felt like a wandering ghost with no home to return to. "When I join you in the afterlife, don't shy away from me, okay? Please don't reject me. I know… I was wrong." After walking in a daze for what felt like forever, I finally got home. Before I could open the front door, I saw the warm yellow light spilling through the gap under the door.

She wasn't sure how to feel, for the first time in a long time she finally felt something this deep and now it's forbidden. She wanted to stay a bit longer in his embrace, she felt calm and safe around him and meeting him here again was one coincidence she couldn't overlook. She went straight to the dining and as the BTH band boys slowly ended their performance with the crowds going wild. She shifted her seat backwards with shaky hands, which was noticed by only Zhang Fen. "What took you so long?" she leaned forward and asked Huang Wei who looked like she had just seen a ghost. "I was locked in and I'm sure it was that scheming bitch of a sister that did this"

No one could make fun of her or humiliate her just because she couldn't climb or stand high. Anthea scoffed while shaking her head to get rid of the sudden, unwanted thoughts. She then turned around and began to walk towards her mahogany desk. Five years is a long time to change a person completely. She wasn't the same naive woman who would cry her heart out every time she got hurt or felt lost. That naive woman was already dead five years ago. There's no sign of her. If there's something left, then it's only her vengeance. Her thirst to avenge herself and the precious things she lost because of those people

"Did you mean to say that who us the wench that seduced Zenith" "What qualifications did she have to seduce? She is not beautiful, I mean someone like Zenith should marry a beauty that everyone will want to take a look at the second time but that girl's plain beauty is not really worthy of such a hulk like Zenith. So pitiable" "Zenith must have seen so many beauty in their cycle and is now tired of them or why else would he choose such a common beauty?" "Which family is the girls from?" "Isn't her name Mia Quinn"

She hated Murong Cheng, hated his occasional show of tenderness, and even more hated being touched by this tenderness herself. This bad man, why can not be more thoroughly bad? She just a little heart, obviously can be the cliff, Murong Cheng but had to drag her together to jump down! Forcing her to fall into the abyss of tenderness, first feel the beauty of flying in the air, and then fall to pieces! Liver and guts! The loss of self and dignity is worse than death. She really hated Murong Cheng! As if Mu Zi foresaw her miserable future, she cried hard and unusually sadly, her tears were like beads with broken strings, submerging into her long black and thick hair at her temples.

If anything happens to him, his concubines will be the first to know… Or did someone among them betray him? Bernard looked towards a group of ten or so women who formed Lucas's Harem. They were seated below the podium and facing his direction. Jake's mother had died a long time ago, and the concubine in charge of the harem was a docile, unassuming wolf. She was definitely not capable of such acts. Bernard observed each woman to see if he could glimpse any telling sign, but they all looked as pale and confused as him. From where he was, he could feel their edginess and fright.

narrated General Lie Jun Xiong with all his manhood gentleness, love, care, as well as affection. Princess Xiu Mei carried on nodding her head. Pearls of tears went on rolling as well as flowing down from the corners of her eyes. “If you really go away from me; if you’re really taken away from me; and if I’m really separated from you, then half of me, half of my everything will really have gone off. So, what’s the use again for me to stay and live alone in this world, without you, without being able to see and meet you, to enjoy your beauty, love, care, affection as well as sincerity, Xiu Mei? What’s the use?” Without realizing it, beads of tears was also seen oozing down from the edges of G