Beneath Her Mercy Chinese Drama Novels & Stories

I looked at the two Manananggals as they began to fall down onto the ground. I screamed as I fall. I looked at my feet, the pain got worst. Looks like the rock got freaking deeper! Now, how do I get it out?! I rested a bit, a heavy pain dawned on me. The pain and tiredness are eating me up. Slowly, my eyes started to close. Until I let myself give in to that sleepiness. “Hmm, was it painful?” Asherah spoke then she grinned. The sun started setting, so is her beauty. Her beauty began to fade. Slowly, a dark aura surrounded her.

Her expression twisted into something ugly, her patience snapping. Without hesitation, she grabbed a glass of red wine and dumped it on me. But that wasn't enough. She picked up handfuls of meat from her plate and hurled them at me. Within seconds, my hair and clothes were completely soaked—wine, broth, and oil staining every inch of fabric. Not a single clean spot remained.

"It is Mercy. She left Sterling Tower twenty minutes ago. She is in the elevator cage. And boss, she is carrying a portable television, a bag of potato chips, and what appears to be a complete box set of a reality TV show called 'Love Island: Antarctica.'" Jack stared at the comms. "Mercy is three hundred and seventeen years old. How does she know about Love Island?" "She said, and I quote: Ben showed me. It is the most beautifully chaotic thing I have ever witnessed. Also the chip flavor is barbecue." Three minutes later, Mercy Sterling descended into the egg chamber carrying the most important tactical supplies in cosmic history. She set up the portable television on a flat piece of broken

Rose interrupted softly, “for any of this information?” The maid blinked, startled. “I… no, Miss Zhou, but I thought,” Rose leaned back in her chair, her tone light, almost careless. “Then don’t tell me.” Mrs. Liang’s face hardened. Her politeness evaporated. She reached into her bag again and placed a small glass bottle on the table. The liquid inside shimmered faintly under the fluorescent light. “This is mercy." she said quietly. “No one is coming to save you, Miss Zhou. Better to follow your bastard the way he left.”

The idea of losing her, of waking up one day to find her cold and still, stolen away by her demons…it’s a terror that threatens to consume me. The sound of the bathroom door opening pulls me back to the present, and I look up to see Mercy stepping out, her damp hair hanging around her shoulders, her skin pink from the heat of the shower. Wordlessly, she moves to the foot of the bed where I laid out her clothes and dresses, her movements slow and heavy.

Susan shook her head, for no matter how powerful she was, she couldn’t read Mercy. “These bad people may never read about us,” Mercy added. “I subject myself to flames, and torture, and from the start, it always makes me laugh because, in the end, I’ll only watch myself heal. Nothing can destroy me. Nothing. Unless God of course.” Mercy returned her gaze to the west. For so long, Susan had silently been in search of Mercy. She never told anyone, but the ageless little girl had been a figure even history couldn’t keep track of. She had called Mercy here, and somehow, Mercy had answered.

her eyes looked crazed and her voice raised as she spoke. “She always had it all, the perfect a, the perfect family, the perfect life…. I am so sick” I was shocked “you are doing all of this because of some petty jealousy?” “Call it what you want… it is too late anyways” “You are going to burn in hell!” I spat and moved towards the door, shoving her away from my sight. Judith, was she even human anymore? I heard her voice shouting as I left “I am doing you a favor Desmond, you cannot lie to her forever”

The man was stronger than me, like a beast. “One day of being good, and then back to square one? It’s fun to mess with you, but you should know your limits.” “F—fuck you…… Ugh…… Ugh…….” “I was going to show you mercy if you behaved.” “…….” “You have to pay for trying to do something bad.” He grabbed the back of my neck and dragged me off the bed.

Long Chen's words were even more shocking than the two figures begging for mercy for Xie Xi'er. The young man in front, who was holding Xie Xi'er's neck, didn't even move when he saw the weak form of the beautiful and charming figure in front of him. It wasn't that Long Chen wasn't moved by Empress Xie's resemblance to the woman he had once trusted deeply. But that was only a resemblance; it didn't mean that the figure in front of Long Chen was that woman, and even if it was her, how could she treat her own people unfairly, even if it was her younger sister who had made the mistake?