Black Mercy Novels & Stories

Mercer smiled faintly. “No.” He glanced toward Richard. “We killed people because weak men panicked after making profitable decisions.” The sheer absence of humanity in his voice chilled the entire room. Daniel looked deeply offended on a spiritual level. “I officially prefer the previous villain.” Mercer ignored him. His attention remained entirely on Aria now. “The drive, please.” Aria’s fingers tightened instinctively around it. “No.” Mercer sighed softly. “I was hoping intelligence ran in the family.” Then his gaze shifted toward Ethan’s blood-soaked side.

Now that was the perfect candidate for Avenge. Her eyes opened with a snap. He had the means. He had the motive? What should stop him from being her father's blackmailer?!

"You think Carrow's the enemy? He's nothing. What they want is to watch. And now they know you're here." Noah leaned back against the wall, arms folded. "Then let them come." Mercer laughed a harsh laugh. "You don't understand. You don't fight them. You go away, or they make you go away." Lena moved forward. "Who are they?" Mercer stopped. And then finally exhaled. "They're called the Black Circle. No files. No faces. Just power." The words sent shivers down Lena's spine. She had heard whispers and rumors of a dark power controlling the underworld.

"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

I knelt, begging for forgiveness. Who would've thought that I would, one day, deceive myself like this? Soon enough, I realized Adrian was my last lifeline. The lawsuit demanded enormous resources. I poured nearly half of Thompson Group into it. Everyone said I'd gone mad—even more so than Harry. I no longer cared. The bone marrow compatibility results and the reply from the research facility arrived at the same time. I arranged for Adrian to meet me. He knew exactly why I was there. He took the report. Before leaving, he flashed me a mocking smile.

“They’re desperate though. Six month contract. One-twenty total if you can stick it out but I bet anyone can make it that far.” Renee whistles low. “Damn.” “Yeah. But I wouldn’t do it for double. That family’s cursed.” The name sits in my chest like a stone. Petrova. “Wait.” Beth’s voice drops. “Isn’t that the family from that accident? A few years ago?” “Yeah. The daughter died. God. Lily… she was only fourteen. Brother was driving. Kai Petrova. Car got hit and she died at the scene. He’s in a wheelchair now.”

"Jeremy? What did...How?" "In the dark too," he admitted. "Why didn't you say anything?" "Because, if I told anyone about this, Dan would have killed you too. The cost of my life and freedom, I gave it up for you father, and you too, Becca." "And you still thought you would earn it back after killing my parents?" I asked, a surge of anger threatening to surface. Jeremy snapped his head towards me. "If you haven't noticed, Becca, this game is all about revenge. I joined the Mafia to avenge my brother. And like you, I would do anything to finish what I had started. I will look for any means possible to put an end to this, which is Dan."

All she wanted was a story, but this was what she got instead. Another sob drifted up her throat when he finally entered her, and pain; mind numbing pain scorched her at the harsh thrust. This might not be rape, but it was blackmail…cruel and heartless BLACKMAIL. |-_-| /-_-\ |-_-|

I walked to the window, opened the blinds, and scanned the surroundings, my eyes locking on the suspicious vehicle. A black Mercedes Benz was parked across the street. I stood there, watching intently for any sign of movement, but the distance made it impossible to discern any details. "Ella, could you grab Misty's binoculars from her toy room?" I asked, my voice low. Those binoculars had been Misty's birthday request last year, inspired by Superman's keen eyesight. Ella retrieved the binoculars and handed them to me. I raised the binoculars, focusing on the Mercedes. Zooming in, I spotted a baseball hat.

Joe’s voice turned sharp, tinged with frustration. “What? Amy, are you seriously thinking of breaking up with the brat?” James was at a loss for words. “Ames, aren’t I the love of your life? How could you even think about breaking up with me?” Mia, standing awkwardly to the side, flushed red with embarrassment. “Amy, what are you even talking about? Who are you accusing here?” She pointed a finger at me, her expression twisted as if I’d wronged her beyond reason.