David Baldacci Mercy Series In Order Novels & Stories

Thank you so much for reading everyone, I really appreciate it and would be grateful for any reviews or feedback. I have really enjoyed writing this book and loved every moment of it, but the story is far from over and book two will be coming out soon following Charlie’s quest in finding her hybrid mother and discovering what happens with Alpha Zach as well as what it means to be Queen of the Lycans. Does Charlie find her way back to Max or does she choose Alpha Zach? Will Max stand by his vow? Only time will tell.

The gesture looked like prayer until you watched her fingers, the way they traced patterns too deliberate to be reverent. “What are you doing,” I asked. “Listening,” she said. “To dirt.” “To time,” she corrected. “Same difference.” Eliza’s breath hitched. “Is it near.” Mercy’s mouth tightened. “It’s always near. It’s attentive now.” I watched them, watched the tension pass between them like a thread being drawn taut. “You knew,” I said to Mercy. “Yes.” “You didn’t tell me.” “No.” “Why.” Mercy stood and brushed soil from her palm. “Because if I tell you, you will make a choice,” she said. “And time will take interest on it.”

Cleo came in from one of the other rooms, walking slowly, as if she was afraid she might say something to make Mercy upset again and cause another explosion. “Do you need anything, Mercy?” she asked, her voice even softer than usual. “Are you in any pain? Or are you hungry?” “I’m fine,” Mercy assured her. She turned to look at the table next to her bed and saw that she had plenty of water, too. What she really wanted was to talk to Alpha August again, to tell him that she was sorry--again. He’d said he wasn’t worried about the tell vision, but she didn’t think that was true. She also just wanted to see him because, despite the fact that he’d triggered whatever happened inside of her to make

"Give it back." He tore the protective charm off, threw it to the ground, and ground it under his heel. "What makes you think anyone would want this piece of trash? I wouldn't want it if Maisie hadn't given it to me." Grandma's kindness and blessings were trampled on just like that. A piece of the protective charm broke off, and the charm's surface was marked with deep scrapes. Anger, grief, and despair exploded within me all at once. I shoved Dash to the ground and punched him again and again until Maisie screamed for us to stop.

She got out of the car and walked towards Mina's door, still amazed at how easily he'd read her yet again. It was noon when the couple arrived at the mansion. Kevin walked straight into the study to get his important files while Emma went to check on Kate and Ivy, only to find their rooms empty. Her heart sank with sadness knowing the woman had left with a broken heart. "Mrs Smith told me to give this to you," Amanda said softly, handing Emma a letter and a huge necklace box. Emma took it and slowly walked back into her room, her sadness palpable. Whatever had happened was wrong and tragic.

"You're under arrest for the murder of David Cole Jr., as well as dozens of other crimes including money laundering, racketeering, and conspiracy to commit murder." "You have nothing on me. This is harassment." "We have everything. Every document, every recording, every witness. It's over." She read him his rights, and they led him away, his feet shuffling, his head bowed, and I watched them take him away in handcuffs, and I felt nothing. No satisfaction. No relief. Just emptiness, a vast, hollow ache where my heart used to be. "Is it over?" Merald asked, his voice soft. "Not yet. There's still Mercer. David was just the messenger. Mercer is the one who gave the final order."

She stepped forward and hugged him firmly, and David held her back as if reassuring himself that she was real—that she was still his daughter despite the ivory suit and the guards outside. They moved into the living room as a family. The guards remained stationed outside, and the house suddenly felt smaller. It wasn’t because the walls had moved, but because Mercy had grown. As they sat down, a lingering silence was broken by a new presence. Lydia stood at the edge of the room, watching. Her eyes moved over Mercy slowly, taking in her posture and the quiet confidence she carried. Something inside Lydia finally broke. she stepped forward, her movements slow and hesitant. “Mercy…” she said, he