Just Mercy Novel Novels & Stories

“I don’t like myself very much right now. But I’m just trying to tell you that I tried. All these years, I tried to…to show mercy. “Mercy?” I hissed. “Do you know how many people have died in these games? Hell, I almost died. I still might. What kind of sick mercy is that?” He opened his mouth to speak but then closed it. He sighed heavily and then averted his eyes. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he looked genuinely sorry. I didn’t care though. I would never, ever forgive Kalev Moren for any of this. “Calm,” Verity said. “He’s trying to help you.”

I say in answer as Mercy turns around and grabs my arm. “Maybe you need to find out why she wanted him dead before you brand her as bad news, don't know the girl, but from the little I do know, she must have a reason, not saying she is innocent, but everybody deserves a benefit of doubt, especially a girl like her.” I hiss as Mercy pours the whiskey over the gun shot. It feels for fucking ever waiting for her to burn the tweezers. She pours more alcohol on my wound, then digs in and pulls out the bullet.

The man’s eyes widened in horror, his voice strangled in his throat. “No… no, please!” he cried, thrashing helplessly against the chains that bound him. Liam crouched down, tilting the blade so the man could see his own terrified reflection. “You know I wish I could have mercy ,” Liam whispered coldly. “But mercy doesn’t exist in my world.” With one swift motion, the blade sliced through flesh and bone. The man’s scream was cut short as his head rolled to the floor, thudding heavily before landing sideways, his lifeless eyes still frozen in terror.

Emy gasped as the heat from the strike sank straight into Emy’s core, and a broken moan tore from his throat. “That’s what you want?” Jack growled as he landed another slap on the other side, harder this time. “This is what you’ve been begging for?” Emy nodded, even though his forehead was pressed into the counter. The pain was a key, turning in a lock he’d kept sealed for a decade. It didn’t hurt. It freed instead. It made him feel alive for the first time in years. Jack’s hand left his skin, and Emy heard the rustle of denim. His heart stopped. Then started again, triple-time.

She was the woman who tried to leave with her dignity intact, the woman she murdered. Her mouth was too dry, maybe it was thirst or the fact her nemesis was staring at her in the face. “Kiara,”Jessica found herself muttering. “Tell me what punishment are you deserving of?“ Kiara asked slowly, her eyes roamed all over her body. Pity entrenched in her eyes. “Your mercy.“ Jessica was shocked by her audacity, but she felt feeble and weak. It was worth trying. Kiara chuckled at her, “What makes you think you deserve mercy not from me but from anyone? Weigh yourself, weigh your sins in front the goddess.“

"Esther! She yelled from the corridor. as if the latter had any significance in the mansion There was total quietness. " Where is everyone?" She muttered and trotted on calling the girls until she showed up in the corridor where she was met with tears and sadness. She halted and was tense. Who wouldn't be, seeing their mournful faces and noticing how Mercy was shaking on the floor crying unceasingly? She advanced and contracting her face, said, "I hope we haven't lost any one." Jina nodded and sprang up to break the sad news to her. "My dear, no one has died, but we have a bigger problem. Mercy fell down and can't get up or move. We don't know what to do." Her heart was chilled with guilt fo

"What’s the punishment?" I forced a weak, barely visible smile and reached down, gently taking the young woman’s trembling hands to pull her up. "Allow her to serve me," I murmured, my voice barely stronger than a whisper. The maid gasped softly, her wide eyes locked on mine in absolute disbelief. She clearly hadn't expected mercy. In a world like Demi’s, mercy was a luxury no one could afford. I saw Demi’s eyes darken slightly as he watched us. A ruthless mafia boss like him hated seeing kindness beneath his roof; it was a weakness in his brutal territory. He would probably make me pay for this later, but deep down, I didn't care anymore. My time was running out, and all I wanted was to do

REINA Mercy, I learned, was not gentle. It did not soothe the soul or lighten the heart the way poets claimed it did. Mercy pressed down on the chest like a stone slab, heavy and unyielding, forcing you to breathe carefully so it did not crush you completely. I felt its weight the moment dawn crept through the tall windows of the castle and I realized that the men who had once broken me would walk freely beneath the same roof as I did.

he said icily. Mr. Khanna and his daughter kept begging for forgiveness, but the guards dragged them away. After everything was done, Daniel left immediately for home. Once he was gone, the assistant exhaled deeply and muttered to himself, “Damn… today I survived. Otherwise, I know exactly what would’ve happened to me.” End of Chapter After that morning, one thought became firm in Rose’s heart— “I will change the story of this house… and stay away from Daniel Blackwood.” But would she really be able to stay away? And would Daniel—a man who ruled the underworld—be able to ignore Rose?

This was restraint. Behind her, the room was dim, lit only by the low hearth fire that cracked softly, more sound than warmth. She had not moved from the window since the villagers left. Her body ached in places she did not remember injuring. The cold from the river still lived in her legs, deep and stubborn. Every breath felt measured, as if her chest no longer trusted itself to expand fully. Mercy had worked. That was the cruelest part. If it had failed outright, the cost would have been simpler. Blood demanded response. Violence justified escalation. But mercy had paused the blade, and in doing so, it had made everything that followed more complicated.