Futa Mercy Novels & Stories

" Jimmy added. At Yuna's insistence, Jimmy finally agreed to help Fero's company grow again. but this time it is not an investment that is given. But only loans in the form of credit. Jimmy will pull it back if Fero hurts Yuna again. Jimmy assumed that all of that was still on probation. Jimmy would never let Fero take the opportunity to hurt Yuna again. "I promise to do my best for the betterment of Uncle company! And also not to hurt Yuna again. Thank you for your help. I will not waste this opportunity again!" said Fero with a bowed head.

Mercy says from the other end of the line. Mercy transferred from our Ohio Chapter to stay here in Kanla a few weeks before we met Beggar, it only became official two months ago. She used to be a special ops informant until her twin died four years ago after she got the wrong Intel and sixteen people dead. I call it bad judgment, our superiors said it wasn't her fault, but one thing I've always known about Mercy was that she never believed in bullshit. And we both knew it was her fault and when she asked me I told her.

And we’re underground. Wrath stands outside the bars. He hasn’t left since Draven gave the order. Chain them. Or she walks. He chained us. He didn’t lock it. The key is in his boot. His jaw is locked too, grinding on duty versus loyalty, and I don’t envy him the math. “Mother,” he says. Low. Just for me. “You hear that?” I do. Boots. Multiple sets. Fast. Not Alpha tread. Mercy rounds the corner with six wolves. Her broken wrist is in a brace, her other hand holds a D.C. sedation kit. Black fluid. Military grade. The kind they use on ferals they can’t kill clean.

Adrian sobbed, “For her. For Hope. For you.” The Blackwood Foundation grew, not just as a business venture but as a personal endeavor. Adrian made regular visits to orphanages with Elias, helping children like Hope couldn’t. Elias’s empathy mirrored Cecilia’s lost kindness, and it was in these moments, Adrian believed, that he saw the glimmer of redemption small, but enough to keep him going.

“No one’s going to last. Did you hear what happened to the last one?” Beth stifles a yawn. “She quit after three days, right?” “Three days. The one before that made it a week.” Renee glances at me, then back at them. “Who are we talking about?” “That Petrova case.” Shauna takes a sip, makes a face. “Rich family. Paralyzed son. Paying twenty grand a month for a live-in caregiver and they can’t keep anyone longer than a week. His mother’s been through, what, eight caregivers in the last six months? Nine?”

I could do a fruit salad. I can recognise that face anywhere, the scheming beady eyes and cropped, grey hair. “Mrs Fernsby.” I must force a smile. I don’t particularly want to be talk of the village at church. Especially not after the shameful things I’ve been doing as of late. Should my soul not already be condemned. I’d wager she’s only in her sixties—though leading the life of a grimalkin has left her with an extra odd twenty years to drag around.

Queen Fara collapsed by his side while a puddle of red liquid began to seep from his body. “Ah, who’s next?” Rhyland asked, ticking his finger from Queen Fara to his father who’s face couldn’t hold anymore shock even if he wished. Holding the heart in his other palm, he took his finger and ran it along the blood that dropped off of the fresh organ.

If he was searching for the misery in my soul, then I guessed he would find it, along with my resignation. "Just k__kill me already." My voice had no soul. I had already come to the fact that I was going to die, there was no need for him to prolong it. A smile crossed his face, but it lacked life. " Beg me for mercy, I might just spare your life." Was he taunting me? He believed fully well that I was Ethan's partner in crime, why would he want to spare me? "Beg me!" He commanded, his voice striking like a whip.

“Uncle dad, Auntie mom, do you really forgive me?” “Yes, Blue. Congratulations on your achievements,” Ezmeralda said. She was happy to know that Blue was now the new CEO of the Montenegro company. “We’re tired of holding grudges, especially since you’re important to us,” Fernando said, patting Blue’s back. “Thank you. I was just hoping for a chance, but you’ve already given me the forgiveness I longed for. Thank you,” Blue said, handing them the invitation card. “Auntie mom, uncle dad, everyone here, there’s a Thanksgiving party next Saturday. I hope you can come.”

Blood filled my mouth, bitter, metallic, choking me. At last the beating slowed. My limbs hung useless as rough hands jerked me upright again. My head lolled, body too broken to fight. Marissa crouched before me, flawless and cruel, her perfume cloying in my nose. She gripped my chin, forcing me to look at her, her nails biting into my skin. “You’ll never take my place,” she spat. Her smile was cold, triumphant. “You’ll never be Luna. You’re nothing.”