Genji Mercy Novels & Stories

Erden curses, pressing his back against the wall and tilts his head back. "I'm so sorry." Tamarra mutters in sobs. Her voice sounds like an echo in my head. I try hard not to cry my heart out right now. I plop down on a chair and hold my exploding head in my hands. I feel a supportive hand rest on shoulder. I look up and see Azure smiling at me. "He is going to be fine, I'm sure." I nod, trying to believe in his words. Azure takes a seat by my side and right now, I just need a shoulder to cry. Gulping the lump of jitter climbing up my throat, I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes tightly.

" Jealousy burned in Bianca's eyes. She felt extremely resentful over the fact that Dad treated me so well while Gloria constantly beat and berated her ever since she was a child. Dad immediately transferred 100 million dollars into my account after I hung up. Bianca burst into laughter and exclaimed, "We've got the money now, Anna, so it's time for you to die!" I struggled wildly, but I couldn't free myself from my bindings. My limbs were tightly bound, and I could only helplessly shake my head. "Didn't you promise not to hurt me? I'll give you as much money as you want!" Bianca was clearly enjoying the way I was begging her for mercy. A fierce glint flickered in her eyes before she drove t

Lucy The rag was still in my hand, but my fingers had gone numb. My whole body felt like it had gone cold when Riker said those words. Pet. I’d heard worse, yes. But the way the men in the lot laughed—or pretended not to—burned hotter than fists ever had. Fists left bruises that faded. Words stuck, carved into the softest places of you. I kept polishing the chrome because I didn’t know what else to do. The metal shone under my hand, but the shine didn’t matter. I didn’t matter. That’s what Riker had meant. I was just something Blake had picked up on the side of the road. Disposable.

I had no use for them from the beginning, but now that they have betrayed me, I would finally be able to clear out those tyrants. A knock on the door followed by a loud grunt caught my attention, the magazine slowly falling from my hands onto the desk. Gemy, my lead messenger, strode in; an arrow had pierced his legs, and he didn’t seem to be regenerating due to the wolfbane attached. “What’s your report?” I went back to being stern. He stared at me with empathy while seizing glances of his bleeding leg. After he’d calmed down, he began his report. “According to the report I got, she has washed four hundred thousand, five hundred and fifty-four plates and broke one some minutes ago.” Gemy an

I pressed my palm against the frost, offering not a code, but the raw, unshielded grief of a wife losing her husband. "You want to know what mercy is?" I whispered to the Heir. "It’s the debt that never asks to be paid. It’s the love that stays even when the credit is gone." The black ice didn't shatter. It wept. The frost began to melt, the iridescent liquids in the vials surrounding us beginning to glow with a blinding, golden light. The Custodian’s eyes snapped open—not silver, but a brilliant, human green. The holographic Heir screamed, his image fracturing into a thousand jagged pieces. The violet light of the coin turned into a searing, golden flame that consumed the metal in my hand.

not by marriage or love, not even by choice. But by blood debts neither of us created. My freedom tastes like lime and guilt. Jerry touches my shoulder gently. “Mira… you’re finally free.” I nod whispering under my breath. ”Thanks Jer.” Fighting back the tears that swells at the back of my eyes. But the only thing echoing in my mind was the stranger telling me of Aurora's passing. *** We return home as strangers carrying the same last name. Co-owners. Co-rulers of an empire built on bones and ashes.

And still, something inside me ignited. I sobbed. “Stop! Jeremiah!” He didn’t listen. And something inside me burned hotter than pain, far more superior than my sane thoughts. “You don’t deserve my mercy or my fucking cock. You only deserve to be punished and taught a lesson.” ____ A. Gupta

) "Welcome one and all to W.O.L.F! I am your DJ for the night, Dantzler Kamahazara!!" Kimora: (Kimora is seen grabbing a plate of food and returns to her room. Her diary is left open on her bed and she closes her door, visibly showing it disappearing from the wall.) "Xanne was as nice as I could have expected...and so I go back to being a support mage... Maybe some manga will cheer me up." (Picking up a manga that says, "Mercinary Wolf, Never Die Alone." *Intentionally spelled wrong.* She leans back on her bed as it pans out to Dantzler and Xanne being seen exiting a hatch on the back left rear of the ship; to confront the incoming fighter jets.) Xanne: "Ready?"

A mixture of gratitude and embarrassment settled within her as he gently wiped away her tears, creating a unique connection between two souls traversing through the unexpected twists of fate. The hazel eyes that had witnessed much silently communicated a profound understanding, leaving Hiya to contemplate the depth of compassion that had unexpectedly entered her life. She lowered her gaze, and he continued, "I am sorry... I know I shouldn't have done this, but you were crying nonstop for a long time, and I couldn't resist.” --------------------

She asked, I flashed her a smile and nodded slowly, I stretched out my hands to her, she gently leaned in closer to me and wrapped her hands around me softly. “Other’s might think you’re cold hearted because you’re expressionless most of the time, but to me you’ll always be the best boss, and I’m super grateful that I didn’t loose you,” she said, my eyes tinged at her words and my lips stretched into a smile. “Don’t worry, Death is actually going to have to do a lot to claim me, I said to her as we disengaged and we laughed about it.