Novel & Cerita Blood Mercy

"My Alpha is showing you mercy. More mercy than you deserve." My stomach twisted at the warning hidden in his voice. Mercy? I scoff inwardly. What's mercy? Death sounds fucking preferable to the mess I'm living in. What does he know about mercy, anyway? Mercy by treating me like trash? Like I don't exist? Like I'm some fucking tool he can use and toss aside whenever he feels like it? Is that what mercy is supposed to mean now? I didn't back down. I squared my shoulders, feeling every inch of anger, heartbreak, and betrayal burning just beneath my skin.

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..."

keep trying All Hearts !!

" 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 ."

Emy gasped as the heat from the strike sank straight into Emy’s core, and a broken moan tore from his throat. “That’s what you want?” Jack growled as he landed another slap on the other side, harder this time. “This is what you’ve been begging for?” Emy nodded, even though his forehead was pressed into the counter. The pain was a key, turning in a lock he’d kept sealed for a decade. It didn’t hurt. It freed instead. It made him feel alive for the first time in years. Jack’s hand left his skin, and Emy heard the rustle of denim. His heart stopped. Then started again, triple-time.

The man’s eyes widened in horror, his voice strangled in his throat. “No… no, please!” he cried, thrashing helplessly against the chains that bound him. Liam crouched down, tilting the blade so the man could see his own terrified reflection. “You know I wish I could have mercy ,” Liam whispered coldly. “But mercy doesn’t exist in my world.” With one swift motion, the blade sliced through flesh and bone. The man’s scream was cut short as his head rolled to the floor, thudding heavily before landing sideways, his lifeless eyes still frozen in terror.

“And you’re his Thorn, so you’re my daughter too, if you want it.” The face in her chest snarls. “Don’t listen, you’re mine, I made you.” Mercy touches the glass. “You, made, prison.” She makes a fist. The glass cracks. The face screams. “Stop, you’ll die, the implants—” “I, choose,” Mercy says. She punches through her own chest. Blood, black and red, sprays. She pulls Gerald’s preserved head out, wires snapping. It gasps, then goes still.

‘My only wish is for you to take good care of this pack, be good to them and I promise, they will be loyal to you if you are loyal to them’ when that thought came to mind it was like a bulldozer, crushing the walls that the demon had built to block them. As soon as there was an opening Carl forced a shift, it was the most painful one Collin had ever had, even his first shift was not as painful as this one. Sounds of bones cracking sounded in the air and Mercy let go and moved back. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, today she will be meeting Carl for the first time as her normal self and not Mercia.