Book Little Mercies Novels & Stories

She mumbled. Trinity eyed her suspiciously then glanced at the book pile on the table before them. Trinity frowned a bit. “What’s this?” She asked and picked up the book on top of the book pile. The big note pad with a cover decorated with Sonic the hedgehog pictures. Her eyes moving from Trinity to the book, watched Trinity study the book with keen interest. The failure of her attempts to be more precise. She could imagine Trinity trying to read past her scribblings since she heard the depressing news from Mrs. Caitlyn this morning, trying to make some sense of it.

"I didn't know what to expect when I met you again but I can tell you you were not supposed to leave this ship alive. But you have a good reason. I'll keep you alive so you can find your redemption." "I know you don't need to hear this but I appreciate it." The Boss shrugged with a grin. "Do you know what the good book says? You find a good woman and you find a good thing but it doesn't happen to all men, find a woman, and your redemption. You are one of the lucky ones. If returning those items will give you peace then by all means help yourself. Although I do confess the Monet is no longer here. It goes on sale in the next few days and I will be bidding. But that doesn't mean that I will go

As I turned to respond, the lady returned with a large album in her hands. She smiled at me, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at both of us. I glared at Michael, who looked completely relaxed and unbothered. I took the album. The first picture was of a very pretty baby in a pink dress, a crown, and a little wand. “Oh my gosh, this is so cute,” I gushed. “That’s Mikey.” My smile froze for a second before I burst into laughter. The next picture was of him in a torn yellow dress.

Suddenly, the door yanked open, and a man, different from the others, pulled me out. “Who are you? Drop me.” I tried to struggle, but he was stronger than I. He opened the door to another car and dropped me inside. Before I could scream, the vehicle sped off. “Who are you people? What is happening?!” I cried, tears streaming down my face. “I should’ve just let the boss kill me, it would have been better.....” “My little B,” a familiar voice whispered from beside me. That voice. My heart stopped. It couldn’t be…

"Traffic near the campus was brutal because of the graduation rehearsals. Besides, I brought gifts." "Gifts? Maverick, I'm trying to empty the apartment, not add more things to it," I said, though I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face. "Relax, it's not heavy," he said, reaching into the pocket of his hoodie which he had dropped onto a chair. He pulled out a small, rectangular object wrapped in simple brown paper and handed it to me. I took it from him, tearing the paper open carefully. It was a book. Specifically, a highly technical manual on advanced software architecture and data structures. There were neat, small sticky notes poking out from almost every single chapter.

Amber POV. "Thanks, thanks," I repeat leaving the doctor's office and going toward my room, I placed the baby angel on the bed, making sure to set the wings underneath her not to hurt her. I took one of the books that I have brought as well, it's titled "Little angels," it's meant to talk about the angels who are classified as littles.

Another mistake. She spent the next three days weeping in the public washroom until hunger overpowered her senses. The growling of her stomach was stronger than the stench of urine surrounding her. She stumbled into this unknown town where her ex boyfriend had brought her and was thirsty for food- money. She watched the day transition into night- the mighty sun crawl down the horizon, leaving a dark, velvety sky with no stars. Marilyn fixed herself the best she could and then stood by the highway. A truck halted before her and a strange face was smirking at her.

“I was your friend, Ophelia.” “Now I’m your reminder.” She ended the message by detonating the old infirmary — once a secret research wing that tested experimental genome splicing on infants. The fire swallowed the courtyard. Ophelia stared at the flames, silent. Lilith stepped beside her. “She’s not just angry. She’s hurt. Broken.” Ophelia clenched her jaw. “So was I.” Carl touched her shoulder. “But you didn’t become a monster.” Ophelia didn’t answer.