Just Mercy Novel Novels & Stories

“It’s done. You think locking yourself in here will change what happened?” “You killed him.” My voice cracked as the tears fell more freely. “You killed everything.” “I didn’t.” My ears perked up, a little bit of relief flooding through me. “You didn’t?” I didn’t let it slip through my voice though. “I spared his life,” he said. “He’s alive because I let him be.” I turned then, meeting his gaze. “You call that mercy? You had him beaten, humiliated, and nearly shot in front of me. How is that mercy?”

The third studied me with calculating interest. "You're that rich bitch," she said. Not a question. Statement of fact. "Killed your husband, fucked your lover, got caught breaking into your uncle's house with guns. Quite a résumé." "I'm innocent." The words felt hollow even to me. "Sure you are. So am I. So's everyone in here." She smiled hard, knowing. "I'm Jade. That's Mercy with the Bible, and the kid's Sarah. Sarah doesn't talk much. Trauma."

Susan shook her head, for no matter how powerful she was, she couldn’t read Mercy. “These bad people may never read about us,” Mercy added. “I subject myself to flames, and torture, and from the start, it always makes me laugh because, in the end, I’ll only watch myself heal. Nothing can destroy me. Nothing. Unless God of course.” Mercy returned her gaze to the west. For so long, Susan had silently been in search of Mercy. She never told anyone, but the ageless little girl had been a figure even history couldn’t keep track of. She had called Mercy here, and somehow, Mercy had answered.

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.

"I know you were called here and you all are dying to hear what I have to say. Trust me, this news is worth the wait. But first, I want to thank you all for being here. I see familiar faces, and I know you guys are the best in the business.” She glanced around, making eye contact with several reporters, including Rosa, who was now visibly seething. Mercy’s smirk returned. "Some people think too much of themselves.They take others for granted.They think they are the smartest and nobody can see through their tricks. My...my...how mighty their fall is. ”Mercy's words were definitely directed at Rosa. She had her doubts on her intensions regarding Jake but today, when she found out about her tip

It was a stretch, she knew, but she hoped they would follow along with her, and she began to see some positive signs, head nodding, thoughtful looks, and less angry yelling. “Here in Yewforia, we are a civilized people, not quick to pass judgment or disdain on others. Through the example of our queen, we have learned to show mercy and kindness whenever possible. Through the teachings of our religion and the grace of our goddesses, we have been taught to practice compassion. Do I feel that Jecobian Noblewood of Eastbury deserves to be punished for this most serious crime? Yes, of course he does. But does he deserve to die here today, to lose his head, because of a simple mistake? No! By no me

Grace said accusingly, she has been crying ever since Mercy kicked us out of her room, I regret not telling her the truth, I regret even more for being a coward back then, thinking of the trauma, pain and cruelty she suffered alone in prison makes my skin crawl, how could a human being be this cruel a woman to another woman, and that good for nothing idiot who couldn’t even protect his own flesh and blood. I left the hospital in a fit of anger, I was angry towards myself, towards Devin and his mom and that slut, in order not to think too much I drowned myself in work, after work I’d pass by the hospital, Mercy still refused to see me, I was ashamed for lying to her, I figured I should g

The temperature was dropping fast. "You're asking for mercy," she said softly. "Yes," he whispered into the snow. "Mercy. Please." "Mercy is for the people who made a mistake," she said. She felt a strange heat rising in her chest—not anger, but a deep, cold clarity. "What you did wasn't a mistake. It was a choice. Every single day, you woke up and chose to be a part of the cruelty. You chose the warm bed and the full plate while people died outside your window."

“I love you. I will not oil that into permission to burn a pack for a clean feeling. I will also not oil it into marching north tonight because guilt is loud. Justice and mercy. You asked for both when you put them in rock instead of in a grave.” Justice and mercy. The outline of a king who had learned my language. I let my forehead touch his. Count of three. His curse kicked and quieted under the net I laid without cutting skin. Two years. Courtesy. The lock walking. The beggar in a cell offering me a house. “I do not want to be cruel for the pleasure of the floor,” I whispered. “Then do not take pleasure for the verdict. Take the verdict for the living.” His breath shook. “The floor can be

Order above all. Yet as I watched them prepare, memory surfaced uninvited... A burning village. Bodies everywhere. An alpha who believed compassion made him strong had opened his borders. By dawn, his pack was gone. Mercy killed them faster than any enemy. I learned what the world keeps trying to forget: Kindness without structure is slaughter. “Elara,” I murmured to the wind. “You think you are freeing them.” But freedom is only beautiful from a distance. Up close… it looks like panic.