Chapter 7 Just Mercy Novels & Stories

“Penny…” She raised her hand. “Don’t dad. I am not doing this for you. I do this because I am linked with this family no matter how much I deny it. If you are sent to jail it wouldn’t take a genius to link me with you and I too would be sent to jail. I cannot risk that.” She stood up and stared into his eyes so that he saw the hate in her eyes. “I do this for me.” Even then Hubert smiled sadly. “Thank you.”

The temperature was dropping fast. "You're asking for mercy," she said softly. "Yes," he whispered into the snow. "Mercy. Please." "Mercy is for the people who made a mistake," she said. She felt a strange heat rising in her chest—not anger, but a deep, cold clarity. "What you did wasn't a mistake. It was a choice. Every single day, you woke up and chose to be a part of the cruelty. You chose the warm bed and the full plate while people died outside your window."

Their unwavering commitment to mental health justice propelled them forward, ready to embrace the next phase of their mission. Chapter 81 began with a profound realization—the power of compassion and its ability to create a ripple effect of positive change. Nathan, Miranda, and Lisa had witnessed firsthand how their advocacy work had touched the lives of individuals, transformed communities, and inspired others to join the cause. They understood that by embodying compassion and extending a helping hand, they could ignite a chain reaction of support, empathy, and healing.

All he had for me was mockery and insults. Now my heart was cold and dead. Now I refused to stay with him anymore, but he kept dragging out the divorce. He was trying to make me give him another child. What did I do to deserve this hell? And then an animal's soft whimpers came from the first floor. It sounded unnervingly like Doug. I ran downstairs without even changing into any shoes. Wendy was standing beside Doug, looking flummoxed. A pool of vomit lay before Doug, and a big box of chocolate stood nearby.

“Give me the punishment. I’ll take it. Let me go to the bathroom. Please… please. Hic, please, hic, please.” I was begging. I didn’t want to defecate on the man’s hand. Earlier, I had barely managed to urinate in the corner of the room after holding it in. I didn’t want to do anything filthier. There was such a thing as human dignity. No matter how extreme the situation, I wanted to hold onto that at least. The man clicked his tongue as if it were a shame and pulled his hand out. Then he picked me up in one swoop.

We were simply a way for them to make money, and the moment any of us became a problem, they would deal with us however they wanted. Mercy couldn’t even stand properly the next day. She remained curled up in one corner of the room, barely speaking to anyone. Even walking to the toilet was difficult for her. We took turns helping her because she was too weak to do much by herself. We all wanted to comfort her, but deep down, every one of us was asking the same question in silence. *If they could do that to Mercy, what was waiting for the rest of us?* As we sat in that suffocating silence, terrified of our own shadows, the heavy wooden door was suddenly thrown wide open, and a guard barked out

The dais brought him close enough. “I became too soft,” he said. Not to them. To himself. The words carried anyway, because the current carried everything now. “Too soft on thralls. Too soft on workers. I told myself mercy would make them loyal. That if I let them keep scraps, they’d remember who gave them the sea.” He shook his head once. “I was wrong. Mercy breeds lies. Lies breed theft. Theft breeds rebellion.” He lifted one hand. Two fingers. A simple gesture.

Chapter 23 7years later… The prison gates creaked open and like a baby learning to walk, I stepped out carefully, embracing my long-lost freedom. I couldn’t believe that after seven years of being locked away in this shit hole and treated like an animal, I was finally a free woman. The feeling was overwhelming. As a result, I covered my mouth with both my hands, unable to contain the rush of emotions swelling inside me as tears of joy streamed down my cheeks.

"Sharon… you must've gone through so much pain…" I couldn't even describe the pain I'd been through. All I knew was that when the flames consumed me, I felt nothing but pure despair, inside and out. It wasn't until later that I realized my despair had come too soon. Anya's intentional overdose and Quentin's smug plotting were like knives, cutting deeper and deeper into my soul. "There was also a child…" The staff member seemed worried Quentin wouldn't be able to handle the blow. After hesitating for a moment, he finally continued, "The child had the worst injuries and died on the spot, so we had to cremate her right away.

"Limit your expectations because life is full of disappointments." Peach raise her head and search for Mourge. When their eyes met, Mourge's eyes is talking to her soul again. Like she was trying to figure what's going on in her head. "What did you just said?" She asks. Mourge shrug and wave the book in her hand. Peach is currently inside the cafè. Doing nothing but to stare at nothing. "I read it here. In this amaaaaazing book." Mourge signed and look at her.