Blood Mercy Novels & Stories

She could feel his eyes on her, keen and probing, as if searching for chinks in her armor. Damien chuckled softly. "Fair enough. Are there any questions about the contract we've sent over?" She nodded, as she leaned forwards in her chair slightly. "Yes, Mr. Anderson. Clause 5-if either party initiates a divorce before the five-year term is up, Miller's Enterprise will be split 70-30, with your company taking the larger share. Why is that?

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.

please don't tell me, I don't wanna know anything else that can break my already broken heart. "Unproductive. I think I'll have to go again soon." "Must suck so bad." "It's okay, Nothing Nothing I can't handle, just like you. Anyways, I have to ask you for a favour." "Anything you want!" "So there is this party. It will be celebrated on a ferry boat. Everyone is bringing a date, you know. So could you accompany me? It'll be too embarrassing to go alone. But you don't have to come if you don't want it because..."

" we haven't heard anything about your families and friends , And you have been reported missing for quite sometime ...." Loveth cuts him off quickly " I am an orphan and I happened to be sold to a mercenary by my foster father . So kindly move on to something else. I no longer have business with my past ." Loveth crossed her legs as she waited for the next question even though she knew she had given too much information to the public and right now a part of her solemnly regretted it but it was too late already . " So lastly we hope you will honour our invitation next time ."

My hands shook as I touched the metal. Suddenly a hand hit the locker next to my head. I jumped, turned around and found Rose standing there. Her eyes looked different; they were cloudy frantic. She was holding a dagger so tight her knuckles were raw. "You think you’re special Mercy?" she said, her voice shaking. "You’re a sacrifice waiting to happen. He isn't saving you. He’s getting you ready." Before I could scream the lights in the locker room went out. It was dark. I felt a pain, on my throat the prick of a blade. A voice, deep and old spoke in my ear

The Witch isn’t the only person to get what the mark of the Sani means, but she sure as pyre is the only one to guess how I got it in the first place. “For someone who claims they don’t know how to love, you sure as fuck got the whole unconditional bit down pat. Fuck what you heard and fuck what you think. As someone who prayed for that particular kindness more than once in the camps, shit Shin or not, I said it before, and I’ll say it again. A mercy killing is, by definition, a mercy,” she hisses.

“Well, he clearly regrets it, Mercy. His decision. Look what he did? To the women? He tried to turn them into you.” “I know. That just makes it worse. He became a monster. A twisted, perverted monster. I was in love with him. And look at him now.” “Do you still love him?” Jonathan asked. “It was six years ago. A long time.” “But do you? Do you still love him?” Mercy turned to Jonathan and fixed her eyes on his. “What do you think?” Her eyes flashed anger. “Could you? Could you love a monster?” Jonathan understood then. Mercy was grappling with a lot of complex emotions. She had been rejected by her love because of her blood line. And now? The man she once loved was a twisted psychopath. That

This is the first time I have introduced my characters six chapters into a story. I am doing this because the pace of the book will start to get faster, and if the characters get confusing, you can come back to this chapter. Mercy is a diverse town where people stay, and businesses are owned by the same families for generations. In Mercy, there are two Mafia families who have had a truce for the last decade.

"My biggest regret in life is letting my mom save you." Nathan broke down in an instant. Then, with a loud bang, the trigger was pulled. Instantly, blood splattered all over the wedding hall's floor. However, the bullet went through Nathan's chest but missed the vital spot. … When Nathan woke up in the hospital, he didn't see me as he had hoped. … After being discharged, Nathan clutched his bleeding wound and dropped to his knees outside my house. Snow fell heavily that night, and he watched as the last light in the villa went out.

“Set it up.” Brad’s expression darkens. “You’re planning to go to the funeral?” “Yes.” Lamar lets out a whistle. “You? Showing up there? That’ll get people talking.” Good. Let them talk. Let them see that I don’t forget debts or tolerate betrayal. Mercy in my world is the first step toward losing control — and control is something I’ll never surrender. “Good,” I say quietly. “Let them all see.”