Just Mercy Book Cover Novels & Stories

"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."

I unlock the door as quietly as I can. Jonah’s asleep on the couch. He’s too big for it now—his legs hang off the edge, one arm thrown over his face and the other holding onto his inhaler—but he’s curled up under the blanket I bought him last Christmas. His sketchbook’s on the floor next to him, open to a page covered in dark, jagged lines. I kneel down. Look at the drawing. Monsters again. Always monsters. Claws and teeth and too many eyes, things that don’t look human but almost are, things that are breaking apart or putting themselves back together. I can never tell which.

A corner of Dominika's lips twitches ever so slightly as she calls out after me, "Wielding authority may seem easy at first, koshka, but using it is hard—especially when you realize there are consequences for every action you take." The Kuzma Fedorov painting, stacks of art books, and plush high-end furniture clash in a conflicting environment—one with tension and luxury intertwined as I enter my old room. Dressed in my jeans, Mercy sits in a chair by the window, her face set inan expression of anger and hurt. Her hostile glare overpowers the room's lavish wealth. "Mercy," I speak cautiously. "You didn't eat anything?" She waves her hand impatiently as if to swat away my annoying concern. "S

Emily held back her tears as she recalled her late two assistants. With understanding, Murat rose from his chair and approached Emily, who was standing beside the window grille of her new office. He gave her a warm embrace. The servant of the Goddess of Justice, Themis, also had a fragile side beneath her tough exterior, as unyielding as a titanium plate impervious to bullets and any form of violent attack. "Cry, Emily, if you need to. Sometimes tears can wash away wounds and sorrow," Murat said, stroking Emily's long hair on her back.

"Celia, I already apologized! I even offered compensation, so don't push this too far! If you let me go today, I promise I won't cause you trouble ever again. Isn't that enough? And besides… we were college classmates. Are you going to be this heartless?" I nearly laughed again. Her words were so ridiculous that it was almost funny. I raised a brow. "Oh? And when you blocked the door, refusing to let me leave, did you not think that was too much? "When you demanded I kneel and be your dog, did you think about our so-called friendship? You showed me no mercy, so why the hell should I forgive you?" Mabel fell silent, her mouth opening and closing, but no words came out. While I spoke, Daniel t

I whispered. I stepped closer, the herb’s sting already making my skin prickle even through the cloak. My hand shook as I pulled the book down. The cloth burned my palm, but I didn’t let go. “Shit,” I hissed, clenching my teeth against the pain. I ripped the cloth off, throwing it aside. The sting didn’t stop, but when I looked down, my heart stopped altogether. The leather cover was old. Dark. Stained. And burned into it was one word.

Jacob laughed. “I’ll kick your ass too!” I said as I glared at him. “Kris! We have one more surprise for you.” Penny yelled from behind my front desk. “What?” I looked confused. She walked out carrying a massive book. I recognized what it was right away. It’s the type of book that you use for a portfolio. “You got me a new book?” “Kinda.” Penny showed me the cover. It had a Black Moon with two wolves howling. The leather was fresh as I could smell it. Alec took the cover and opened it for me.

When we arrived, the man who kidnapped Cassandra had already died from the pesticides he'd ingested. Alas, he'd chosen the easiest way out. I was a step too late in climbing the stairs. As I lunged to push the door open, Jason stopped me, his eyes red-rimmed. I followed his gaze and spotted a hand that was covered in bruises and cuts. It was wedged through the crack in the door, blocking the entrance. "Don't come in." Her voice was faint. It rose from the floor, so hoarse that it was barely audible. Cassandra was lying on the other side of the door, using her body to keep the world out, guarding what little dignity she had left.

My poetic mind was already reading meaning to it. He painted everything black, but mine was colorful…Should I be flattered? My eyes were still darting around his space when they fell on a ‘Black book’ on his bedside table. I hadn’t noticed the book before. Its leather cover was worn, almost ancient-looking, and across the front were silver words that read: “The Lords’ Undefiable Rules.” Jeremy read too? The idea of Jeremy reading came weird to me. Someone like him wouldn’t care so much about reading through the pages of a book or maybe I was wrong. Maybe I didn’t know Jeremiah Carter too well.

Then my mind wanders off to Antonio words: "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you. I'm dead serious! You've got to read this book, perhaps after reading you can tell me if I was wrong or right" I don't know when my fingers has typed the title of the book and it's author and now I was at A****n Kindle page. In the page, the book cover is designed with white background and then it had a broken shaped hearts on the background with the title written in red 'Shattered Hearts' and it's author name below the cover Micaela Alvarado. Seeing this book again sent turbulence to my heart like in the afternoon when I'd seen it.