Futa Mercy Novels & Stories

Seven years ago, I ignored my girlfriend's heart-wrenching pleas and ruthlessly severed our relationship. Now, after seven long years, she had risen to the top—and she was back, ready for her wedding. She didn't come home for mere celebration, though. She came for revenge. She obliterated the company my father had spent his entire life building and did not stop until she shattered his leg, forcing him to endure unimaginable pain. It was all so I'd be forced to go to her wedding and beg for forgiveness. But that wasn't enough. She wanted more. She hissed, brandishing a blade, "If Matthew's not here in ten minutes, I'll slice off a finger for every minute he's late." My autistic brother's fingers, the only way he could create art, became a bargaining chip in her sadistic game. Dad's anguished cries filled the air as he pleaded for mercy, but she was not done. She wanted to tear my family apart piece by piece. My mom, fragile and trapped in the haze of Alzheimer's, was next. Her mind, already slipping, crumbled under the relentless torment. She cracked, completely lost to the madness. With tears streaming down his face, Dad said, "My son died the day you left for abroad."

Bella Hale has known suffering her entire life. Orphaned at sixteen, she survives on scraps and desperation. She does whatever it takes not to starve with only little dignity intact. She envies the rich—people who seem immune to hardship and pain. Yet she promised herself that if she ever got her hands on one of them, she would never let go. She was done suffering. Lucian Rodriguez is everything she should despise. A cold, selfish, ruthless billionaire with little conscience and no mercy… a man who knows how to smile for the world while keeping his darkness well hidden. Their worlds collide when Lucian’s four-month-old daughter goes missing… and Bella finds her. Lucian offers no gratitude…and Bella refuses to let the opportunity slip. She demands compensation. Not just money, but security. A lifetime guarantee that she will never be poor again. In return, she will do whatever he wants. Her body. Her life. He can have it all. Bella is taken into his world—strictly as a deal. What she doesn’t realize is that when you make a deal with the devil, you should never expect it to be fair. And she will learn too late that being poor was far better than belonging to Lucian Rodriguez. A deal turns into obsession. Survival into desire. Desire into Hate. Hate into Love. That love and commitment becomes the biggest and worst mistake. Will Bella’s desperate deal destroy her? Or Will she become Lucian’s destruction?

Alessandro, a name which can make men double his size shudder with fear. He is the Boss of the Russian outfit. He made a mistake, that he knows he would regret as long as he lives. A mistake which almost cost him his outfit. He never let anyone see how deeply that one mistake affected him. But it did. He decided to kill everyone who backstabbed him. That's when he saw Olivia. She was brought as a peace offering by her step mother to save her father's life. The same father who betrayed Alesso by helping his cousin Victor. He is not interested in school girls who are too innocent to stay alive in their world for long. But something in Olivia pulled to him, begging for mercy and help. He wanted to refuse her and kill her father. But he couldn't. So he bought her as his slave. Thus began their journey. This was something he was not expecting. She hated his guts. He saw how much she loathe him. But that never bothered him, until she started affecting him. He used to have fun when she is riled up. He loved when she is flustered. Making her go red with anger and frustration was his favorite. She was his reprieve from his guilt. A light at the end of a dark tunnel, which never seems to have an end.

One noble lie. Fifteen years of cold, calculated hate. One moonlit night that changes everything. Savannah Reed is a woman forged in ice. When Grayson Cole, her fated mate, vanished fifteen years ago, he didn't just leave her alone—he left her carrying a pup he’d never see. To survive the shame, Savannah buried her heart, married a man she despised, and let a singular obsession take root: Revenge. Now, the Alpha has returned. Grayson is back to claim his territory and raise the formidable Ridge Hall, but he isn’t the arrogant wolf Savannah remembers. He is a man of jagged edges and haunting silence, watching her from the shadows with a hunger that threatens to melt her icy resolve. Savannah is determined to break him. She wants to see him bleed for every night she spent alone, for the son they lost, and for the life he stole. But as she peels back the layers of his betrayal, she discovers a "noble lie" more devastating than the truth. In the heat of the forge and the darkness of the sacred grove, the line between hatred and desire thins. Grayson is a raging Alpha to the world, but for Savannah, he is a male on his knees, begging for a mercy she isn't sure she can give. He sacrificed everything to protect her once. Now, she’ll have to decide if she can forgive the male who destroyed her world—or if the fire between them will burn the entire pack to the ground.

Nyra Vale was never meant to survive. The night her family was slaughtered, the world she knew burned to ashes, and she was left with nothing but a command that still echoes in her mind. Run. She obeyed, and in doing so, she became something the packs despise. A rogue. Hunted, unwanted, and forced to carve her own survival in a world that shows no mercy to the weak. Years later, survival is the only thing she trusts. Until Alpha Kael Draven finds her. Powerful, feared, and dangerously controlled, Kael rules Ironfang Pack on the edge of collapse. With rebellion rising and the Elder Council tightening their grip, he is given an ultimatum. Take a Luna of pure blood or lose everything. Instead, he chooses Nyra. A rogue. A mistake in the eyes of every wolf who follows him. Their bond is meant to be nothing more than a transaction. Protection in exchange for obedience. No love. No trust. No weakness. But nothing about Nyra is simple. As she steps into a pack that wants her gone, danger closes in from every side. Assassins strike in the dark. The Council watches her with quiet hatred. And buried within her past lies a truth powerful enough to destroy everything Kael is trying to protect. Because Nyra is not just a rogue. She is the last survivor of a bloodline the world tried to erase. And when the truth rises, it will not just shatter the bond between her and Kael. It will ignite a war that will decide who rules… and who burns.

The streets were his home, a cardboard box was the only roof he had over his head, an old jacket he found in the trash was his only blanket and for his meals. He stole and made sure that he was the first to get to one of the restaurants' trash every night to make sure that he had something to eat. His life changed when he stole from a mafia boss, whom everyone was scared of, he was known for being ruthless and killed without mercy especially those who betrayed and stole from him. He was a Russian man with a thick accent and a very powerful aura, that made many shivers at his presence without him having said a word. But when he met him, he gave him a job instead of killing him like everyone thought he would, his job was to be his right-hand man. He was the one who did all the killings and dealing with his rivals. He gave him the name White tiger, one that was born once in every generation, he gave him this name because he said that he had the courage, was smart and cunning. The man was very handsome, tall with broad shoulders and he looked very big for his age. His eyes though were distant, cold, and deadly. One could not look at them longer than a second. His name was Antonio Rodrigues, The White Tiger.

Dahlia Bernard gave Desmond Sterlings everything, love, loyalty, and a crown he never earned. She picked him from the slums, built him into a CEO, and handed him the keys to her empire. Love blinded her. Desmond repaid her by betraying her, stealing her company, sleeping with multiple women, and getting her own sister pregnant. A community dick, that's all he ever was. Now, Dahlia isn’t just broken. She’s angry. With Ronan Knight, Drawlwood's ruthless billionaire by her side, Dahlia is ready to reclaim everything that was once hers. And this time… mercy is off the table. ********** I was flung aside, my grip on Roselle slipping as I crashed into someone's arms, Ronan Knight. "Hold in your rage, Dahlia," Ronan's voice was calm. "There are better ways to make them pay. Don’t destroy yourself trying to hurt them. That's not how revenge works." I glanced down at my reddened knuckles. Tears blurring my vision. "Then tell me, Ronan… how do I hurt them?" I choked on my tears. "By becoming untouchable," he said softly. "Become more powerful, more successful. A version of Dahlia they could never break. And then… you make them kneel." He leaned in, a wicked promise in his eyes. "I'll help you rise again, Dahlia. And when you do… they'll beg at your feet."

‘’I’m talking to you weirdo’’ studently Rachels voice brought me out of my thoughts. When she realized that she had my attention she continued ‘’you are a servant and you better learn your place, soon enough Sebastian will find his mate and you will have no one to turn too’’. ‘’Maybe, we will see about that. But how does it feel to know that you aren’t Pablo’s mate?’’ as soon as I said that her eyes turned red and you could see how furious she was. She grabbed me by my neck in an instant and she was choking me. There wasn’t much that I could do. She had her wolf and I wasn’t. That’s how I know that she isn’t Pablo’s mate. They both have turned sixteen and got their wolves, if they were mates they would have known in an instant. I was choking and as hard as I could try to remove her hand from my neck It was useless, I kicked her many times but nothing. I hadn’t my wolf so I couldn’t mind link anyone. I was feeling helpless and completely in her mercy but I was trying as hard as I could not giving up. I was starting to lose my senses, that would be the death of me. But I won’t whine, that isn’t me anymore.

She died… and woke up in another woman’s body. Melindana was a powerful female Lycan, hunted for her blood and killed without mercy before she could escape. But death wasn’t the end. When she opens her eyes again, she’s no longer herself. She’s in the body of Arabella… the Luna of the Cinderclaw Pack, trapped in a weak body and a worse life. Married to a man who despises her. And worse? That man just brought another woman home. Luca, her husband, makes it clear he never wanted her. He parades his so-called mate right in front of her, expecting Arabella to nag and complain but this time, she doesn’t care. She’s not the same woman anymore, she has no intention of begging for love or fighting over a man who isn’t worth it. She wants out from the broken marriage, but leaving isn’t that easy because the Lycan King has already set his eyes on her. Aurelius, the lycan king is a dangerous, powerful… and slowly dying from a condition only one person can cure. Melidana. From the moment they meet, the bond between them is undeniable, yet something about her feels different. Wrong… but irresistible. Now, she’s caught between a life that isn’t hers, a man who won’t let her go, and a king who needs her blood to survive.

RATED 18 This is NOT your regular puppy love Christmas story, fit for a casual road trip with friends/family. This book contains extreme s****l contents, every chapter another opportunity to dr*p your pants, and mindlessly daydream about the first time you got laid out of your senses. If this isn't your vibe, pick up another book this instant. But if you're ready to walk this sin with Lilian, who had thought all her life that she hated men until she arrived at her best friend's house to spend Christmas. Sit tight, watch the scenes roll out. Remember, don't scream too loud. *** I never knew I could crave a man this hard, until I agreed to spend the Christmas break at Sonia's, my best friend I wouldn't even trade for gold. "I have two daddies. Surprise!" her voice had trailed off with every other sound as I beheld my forbidden desires. The surprise isn't that Sonia had been brought up by gay fathers and I knew nothing about it until now , the surprise is: Why was I m**ning my soul out in the middle of the night of Christmas, at the mercy of Sonia's supposedly gay daddies while she slept downstairs. I continued to be consumed bare and r*w, and that was the best Christmas present ever.