Genji X Mercy Novels & Stories

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

“Yeah. Me too. One joy is that I’m able to kill myself, and I can stay so until some fool thinks it best not to forgive. And you know these beings are bound by one blood. Different types they may be, but one being made them. Me, see as powerful as I am, yet, I follow the rules. You should too, Susan. Learn to control yourself. Learn to subject your rage, and lust, and your powers would truly serve you. We, after all, are servants to different beings. Mine, I’m certain she may soon be seeking me. I know her call, and she would call when she senses I’ve been gone for long.” Susan nodded. “It is an honour to be in the presence of a master. Truly, I am humbled.” Mercy smiled. “Wait, till you see

“Is the Gift okay?” “She’s fine. Safe. Shadow and Beauty mated.” “Good. I’m glad this shit wasn’t for nothing. What is my condition besides being fucked?” He glanced at Joy then, before staring at Justice. “I could have killed her. Why is she here?” “We thought you’d just been tranquilized but you woke feral. Our doctors are consulting with specialists all over the country.” “A Mercile concoction? Those bastards are the ones who tried to grab the Gift?”

In the Boss's world that was the ultimate betrayal but Phantom had been too priceless to lose so he kept him on the team and he did not regret it. Until that last assignment that had sent him over the edge. "I need a new start." The Boss nodded his understanding. "We all do. There is no redemption for men like us up there," he pointed skyward. "We make our redemption here on earth." He puffed his cigar again. "I didn't know what to expect when I met you again but I can tell you you were not supposed to leave this ship alive. But you have a good reason. I'll keep you alive so you can find your redemption."

Each stroke rubbed Emy’s prostate with a precision that bordered on cruelty, building a coil of white-hot pleasure so intense it felt like pain. Emy tried to move, to match the rhythm, but Jack’s grip on his hips didn't let him. He was being ridden, used, and the sheer helplessness of it made his vision blur. He was an Alpha, strong enough to break a man’s arm, and here he was, impaled and trembling, completely at the mercy of his best friend. “Yours. I’m yours.”

I had never seen anyone so shameless before. Wendy nodded and fixed me with a deliberately naive look. "You were the one who yelled at me and hurt my feelings, but I'm still willing to forgive you if you buy me that Chanel handbag, Yvonne." Christian nudged me lightly before I could even respond. "Wendy is being so understanding, so you should just hurry up and agree to it, Yvonne." I felt a dull ache in my chest from the sheer anger.

“Like I said, I’m not here to fight. I only want to understand why.” Mercy’s lips quivered as tears rolled down her cheeks. “I did it to get your attention,” she said quietly. Ken froze for a moment, confused by her words. “You did it to get my attention?” He shook his head slowly. “What, Mercy? Before now, have I ever owed you anything? Do you even know how much I invested in this? You just woke up one day and decided to ruin everything?” Mercy broke down completely, sobbing uncontrollably. “I allowed my emotions to take over me,” she cried. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just wanted you to notice me.”

“That mercy lives in me?” Tears burned at the corners of my eyes, hot and unwelcome, but I refused to let them fall. I wouldn’t give him that victory. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me broken. “You’re a monster,” I spat, the words tasting like steel. “And you…” His gaze lingered, slow and consuming, tracing every curve of my face, burning into me. “…are the only one who sees the monster and doesn’t cower.” My breath hitched. Anger surged, faltered, and cracked under the weight of his intensity. “I hate you.”

Fighting the commands. Mercer’s composure completely vanished now. “No!” he snapped. “Hold the sequence!” But it was already unraveling. Because conditioning controlled instinct. And Luna bonds reached deeper. Toward their hearts. Mercer finally realized the truth. You couldn’t build obedience stronger than belonging. His eyes locked onto me with sudden murderous clarity. Then he pulled a gun. Cameron moved instantly despite the blood loss. “CLARA!” The shot rang across the courtyard. Pain exploded through Cameron as he shoved me aside. He took the bullet high in the shoulder and crashed hard into the stone beside me.

"Justice isn't a cage! Justice is the fact that we're still standing despite everything you did to us! My mother didn't die so I could be a prisoner! She died so I could be the Ending!" I flooded the Spire’s protocol with the sensation of Mercy. Not the mercy of a god, but the messy, difficult mercy of a human being who knows they aren't perfect. I showed the Echo the feeling of the 136th chapter—the joy of the twins’ laughter, the warmth of the sun on a scarred shoulder, the taste of bread shared in the mud. I showed it that a world that remembers its pain but chooses joy is more powerful than a world that is "Clean."