Book Little Mercies Novels & Stories

Inside the chamber sat a little girl. She couldn’t have been older than eight. She hugged her knees tightly against her chest. Her clothes were clean. Too clean. As though someone had been caring for her. When she saw Daniel… Her eyes filled with tears. “You came.” Daniel slowly approached the glass. “It’s okay.” “What’s your name?” The little girl hesitated. “I…” She frowned. “I don’t remember.” Mercer’s face drained of color. “No…” Marco looked at him. “What?” Mercer stepped closer to the chamber.

Sometimes less when they cut shifts. After rent—twelve hundred for a two-bedroom walk-up in the Bronx that has hot water maybe three days a week—after groceries, after keeping the lights on and the internet connected so Jonah can do his homework, after Mara’s school supplies and bus passes and Jonah’s inhaler refills, insurance only covers half— My phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out. A text from Miles. ‘Hey kiddo. Can you spot me? Just til Friday. I promise.’

I moved to my station and got to work without another word. I had been working at the Meridian for eight months. It wasn't glamorous, it wasn't meant to be. It was a hotel restaurant that catered to business lunches and the kind of people who ordered wine by the bottle without checking the price. I washed dishes, prepped salads, and occasionally helped the line when they were short-staffed. It paid better than the laundry job, and it had benefits that technically existed.

Mercy hopped up and let the room service in, a tray laden with coffee and pastries. She handed a cup to Jake, who sat up eagerly. “Okay, you’ve got my attention. Start talking.”Mercy took a sip of her coffee, savoring it. “Alright, so here’s the deal. We’ve got a big day ahead, but I’m not giving away all the surprises.” Jake raised an eyebrow. “Surprises? Mercy, you know I hate surprises.”Mercy grinned. “Yeah, but you love my surprises. Just trust me on this. We’re going to the art gallery first thing. Then we’ve got a few more stops.”

The mermaids sent a gift: three coral and gold crowns, and apologized for not being able to be so far from the sea. Even Antonio, Winona and Page came, after Ryan explained to them that the world they lived in wasn't free of supernatural creatures. Finally, Selena appeared, and the entire pack knelt before her. When she sees the little pups she smiles and levitates them towards her. Kiss their cheeks. The three future alphas, in the same suit but different colors, Black for Mark, Dark Blue for Kevin and dirty White for Ryan, positioned themselves in front of Dylan, looking beautiful as ever.

Sounds on the castle floors. She walked towards the library and picked a book, she kept on the third self, this was usually were she kept all her books, her favorites and the one she was planning to read. "Blood and war, a angel weakness.." Madeline read the title as she turned the cover to read the prologue, the writer didn't have time to right much she thought to herself as she glanced through it. *She had seen fire, she had seen wars,she had seen life to its fullest and death at its worse.But now there was nothing left. Nothing but dust, endless, endless dust and a very broken girl.*

Was it because my existence was never expected, that I was never chosen, that was why no one loved me? Mom was like that, so was Gary. Mom hugged me in her arms, gently patting my back. She said with a catch in her throat, "Anthea, I was wrong in the past. I was so obsessed with the past, and you have suffered for it. I could hate anyone, but I should never have hated you. You have always been the most innocent one."

Warm light fell across his face, casting soft shadows beneath his lids. "Did I wake you?" he asked. I shook my head. Jason crouched down and wrapped me snugly in the blanket. "It's good that you're awake, then. Take a look outside." My brain hadn't fully caught up yet, but I turned toward the floor-to-ceiling window anyway. Evening had fallen. The streetlights had flickered on, and at some point, it had begun snowing as well. The first snow of the year had arrived on Christmas Eve.

It stung like there was a hole in my intestines. I obediently let him take care of me. He washed my body as if handling something precious, dried me off, and dressed me in new clothes from a basket. The clothes were a blue color that looked like something a mental patient would wear. At a glance, it even looked like surgical scrubs. There were several more identical outfits in the basket.