Just Mercy Book Cover Novels & Stories

She mumbled. Trinity eyed her suspiciously then glanced at the book pile on the table before them. Trinity frowned a bit. “What’s this?” She asked and picked up the book on top of the book pile. The big note pad with a cover decorated with Sonic the hedgehog pictures. Her eyes moving from Trinity to the book, watched Trinity study the book with keen interest. The failure of her attempts to be more precise. She could imagine Trinity trying to read past her scribblings since she heard the depressing news from Mrs. Caitlyn this morning, trying to make some sense of it.

The fact that she's my miracle, my salvation, makes me want to damn the consequences and give her the whole world, if I could. When she passed out after knowing that I'm a mafia, I felt like punching myself over and over again for saying something that could ruin her. I was a frenzied mess when she didn't wake up for more than eight hours. My mind was going haywire, like, fuck, I just found her and no harm of any form should come her way. Ivory clicked her fingers in front of my face before placing her hands on her waist. Those accentuating waist and hips, I just want to place my hands on them and feel its softness against my palms.

Something the other packs would never offer. Mercy. And this time… I choose to keep it.

“Set it up.” Brad’s expression darkens. “You’re planning to go to the funeral?” “Yes.” Lamar lets out a whistle. “You? Showing up there? That’ll get people talking.” Good. Let them talk. Let them see that I don’t forget debts or tolerate betrayal. Mercy in my world is the first step toward losing control — and control is something I’ll never surrender. “Good,” I say quietly. “Let them all see.”

In Ha, still with her eyes wide open said, "I really didn't expect you to find this book." "I asked several people to find it. This book is no longer produced, Miss. So maybe what you are holding right now is a valuable copy." In Ha looked at the hard cover book. She suddenly felt the book in her hand become heavier. The title in front of it was "The Unforgivable Temptation". She didn't know if the contents were the same as what she meant. For now, she thanked him. "Thank you Sir…" "Miller. My name is Vin Miller."

The cover really surprised me because it was only one golden embedded word written on it and that scared the heavens out of me. The cover spelled out, 'DANGER'.

"ASHES TO EMPIRE: Breaking Free from a Legacy of Violence" By Jaxon and Isla Winters. We each took a copy. Held it. Felt the weight of it. "We wrote a book," I whispered. "We really did." The cover was beautiful. Simple. Powerful. Dark background. Our title in bold letters. A phoenix rising from ashes. Perfect. We sat on the couch and read it. Cover to cover. Every word we'd written. Every truth we'd exposed. Every moment of pain and healing. It was surreal seeing it in print.

How can someone like me recognize something soft… something beautiful… when I’ve only ever known pain? I taught myself everything. How to read. How to write. How to survive. That’s why it’s so fucking hard to show mercy to anyone, because the world never showed mercy to me. I lit a cigarette, the flame flickering briefly before settling. My gaze dropped to the words inked across my knuckles. MERCY NONE. I don’t regret who I am now. If I had stucked being that helpless boy who wanted the world to love him, maybe I would’ve finally died.

she shrieks, and the other footsteps hurry back out of the pack house. I turn my head, fighting to catch my breath, and watch as she kneels beside Andrew, turning his face from side to side as he goes limp with fatigue. “Mercy,” I croak, my mouth and throat dry and raw. Mercy rises with a sigh and turns to me, her hands tucked in the pockets of a worn olive-colored apron. Dark circles line her under eyes and her normally perfect braided dark hair is falling in tangled sheets over her shoulders. “Jacob isn’t here.”

"It is Mercy. She left Sterling Tower twenty minutes ago. She is in the elevator cage. And boss, she is carrying a portable television, a bag of potato chips, and what appears to be a complete box set of a reality TV show called 'Love Island: Antarctica.'" Jack stared at the comms. "Mercy is three hundred and seventeen years old. How does she know about Love Island?" "She said, and I quote: Ben showed me. It is the most beautifully chaotic thing I have ever witnessed. Also the chip flavor is barbecue." Three minutes later, Mercy Sterling descended into the egg chamber carrying the most important tactical supplies in cosmic history. She set up the portable television on a flat piece of broken