Just Mercy Novel Novels & Stories

Ace scoffed, "Did you have mercy on Ava? I've seen the scar on her face. You dare put your filthy hands on my girl and still ask for mercy? Even when you orchestrated an attack on my life, I let you live because I have a kind heart but Ava is very special to me and after seeing what you put her through, I want nothing but justice. You don't want to die, right? Fine. I am a merciful man. I will leave you for dead just as you left Ava for dead and if you can make it, then you are free to live your life." The man at first thought that Ace was going to keep him without food or water. He knew that if someone did not come to his rescue, he would die from hunger and dehydration. Judging from Ace's

“Tell me, what did your reign achieve for them?” Her eyes snapped to mine, sharp and wet. “You call this justice? Or revenge?” “This is mercy,” I replied, forcing calm into the words. Mercy was easier to claim than cruelty. She looked back at the pit, at Clara’s trembling hands, at Ben’s hunched form. “Let me help them,” she said. The plea was soft, but it struck deeper than any scream. I wanted to say yes. I wanted to order the guards to release them, to stop this madness. Instead, I heard myself answer, “You will join them soon enough.”

He stared at it, swallowing down the sob building in his chest. This wasn’t justice neither was it revenge, It was mercy. And the heaviest thing he had ever held.

Maybe it was the part of me that was desperate to think and deny that it could be serious. After all, why would the merciful God do this to someone like Miracle? My miracle who has been through so much in life, and she's just now enjoying life. Why would he be so cruel to do this to someone finally showing genuine smiles and feeling genuine happiness? To someone who found the will to live again? I was wrong. Damn, I was so wrong and I don't know what to do.

Mercy Mercy was glad to see Isabella. She was so kind and refreshing. She’d brought Mercy some clean clothes and made sure she was able to take a shower without any help. She’d also brought her a snack, which was great, even though Cleo had brought her a full breakfast. Mercy felt like her stomach was turning inside out, she was so hungry. Now, she was sitting on the bed, feeling comfy in a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. They smelled like flowers and fresh cotton and made her skin feel all soft and snuggly. There was something going on with her hair, though, and it was bothering her almost as much as the fact that she couldn’t remember anything. The urge to flip her hair back over her sho

"Since you stubbornly refuse to die, we're coming to put an end to your life tonight. See you soon." I crushed the SIM card under my heel, grinding it into the airport floor the same way she'd crushed my hand with her heel. As the plane lifted into the sky, something cold and dangerous settled deep within my chest. The broken, naive Elena was dead. She'd died in that morgue, surrounded by corpses. But I would be back. And when I returned, they would beg for mercy, the same mercy they'd never shown me. Mercy was a luxury now. And I could no longer afford to give it to anyone.

The woman placed the food on the floor. "How am I supposed to eat with my hands tied? Please untie me." She shook her avoiding my gaze, she seemed scared of speaking or making eye contact. She was probably instructed not to. "Please, help me. I'm not a bad person, I'm innocent. Help me, I'll give you anything you want, I have money. Any amount you want She hurriedly departed, locking the door. "Fuck!" Desperation clawed at me. Think, Charlie, think.

she said and without waiting for a permit she walked out of the room with her trolley. She rubbed her eyes on her way out, "What a way to start my day" she said, shaking her head. Thank God the maid from earlier hasn't recognised her as Avyanna the Goddess or else she would've been the first one to taint her out there, she told herself. In a short while everything made sense to her, John Lewis, that man was the one who did this to her. She desperately inspected herself and she was relieved to see that she wasn't raped.

And as I sat there, exhausted, humiliated, and broken—yet suddenly offered a lifeline I never expected—I realized something profound. Life was cruel, but sometimes, in the middle of cruelty, it sent mercy. And that mercy did not always come from family. Sometimes it came from strangers. Sometimes it came from people you served food to. And as I stared at Mira, my heart trembling with hope, I understood that perhaps this was not just charity. Perhaps this was destiny giving me one more reason to survive. One more reason to fight. One more reason to believe. And in that moment, even though my tears had not dried, I felt something I had not felt in a long time.

Mercy begged me to walk away, for the sake of a boy who didn’t ask for any of this. Justice. Mercy. Which choice would destroy us more? I looked at the woman I've loved through thick and thin, and at the boy whose plea hit me harder than my own vows. And for once, I didn’t know what to do. I swore Alexis wouldn't get away with her crime again. I swore Austin would pay for setting her free. But one child’s voice was about to undo every vow I made. And whatever choice I made next wouldn’t just change Zoe’s life or Austin’s. It would shape Jamie’s entire world. “The question is— if I choose mercy now, will justice ever come at all?”