Just Mercy Novel Novels & Stories

I wanted relief from this constant pain in my chest, my heart ached like I was constantly being sliced by a wicked chainsaw. I felt worthless. I was even powerless to give myself death because he'd promised to kill everyone I cared about. Bitterness and the thought of revenge on the man who had done this to me were the only light I saw at the end of the tunnel. Marianna walked into my room, I was awake but she walked towards the window to hoist the curtains causing me to wince aloud, my eyes tearing up as I tried to adjust to the sudden bright lights. "Good morning ma'am! And to our baby on the way!" She announced too excitedly and I fought the urge to snarl at her.

Look, she wanted to spit at his face, wanted to gouge out his stupidly bright eyes for still daring to look at her–look how the tides have turned. She feels herself sneer down at them, sees and tastes blood dripping down, down from her teeth, her mouth bloody and filled with something like meat, it was cold, but it was so delicious, the best she ever had and when she finally opens her mouth to speak, she hears a voice that was her’s but not her’s– “…You don’t deserve mercy.” it remarks. (The man… He has green eyes.) And he chokes out, you call this mercy?

“Please. Please have mercy.” Raif lets me pull the shift and I stand, towering over Jasper. “You tried to take what was mine. You tried to take the only good thing that has ever happened to me in my life. You tried to take the light that pushes away my darkness. But she’s not here now, and there’s no one who can push this darkness away, so there will no mercy.”

“That’s how this started. With a kid hiding in a closet watching his parents die.” She walked over to him. Stood close. “I’m sorry that happened to you,” she said. “Don’t be. It made me what I am.” “That doesn’t mean you had to become this.” “Yes it did.” He looked at her. “Because mercy gets you killed. Kindness makes you weak. I learned that at twelve years old and nothing since has proved me wrong.” “I have.” He frowned. “What?” “I’ve shown you kindness. And I’m still alive.” She held his gaze. “Mercy hasn’t made you weaker. It’s made you more human.”

"Put down any work you have and find out where Anthea Fowler is. Report to me immediately any news you have of her!" 12 hours later, the plane landed in New Siland. The seasons were opposite from back in the country. It was peak winter at that moment. The moment I got off the plane, a wave of cold air hit me. Luckily, I was prepared. I took out my down jacket and put it on. In the lobby, I immediately spotted Dad among the crowd. I ran straight into his arms.

That this isn’t a job—it’s penance, and no matter how cruel he is or how hard this gets, I deserve every second of it? I can’t. So I slip into my own head instead, let the silence stretch while Renee waits on the other end. Because I owe him this. The very least I can do is not give up on him the way everyone else has. Because seeing it on the news was one thing, but witnessing what it actually did to him, seeing him suffer every single day, knowing my family caused all of it—I can’t walk away from that. I won’t. “Cass? You still there?”

"You should go check yourself into a psych ward if you're mentally ill instead of acting like a lunatic here, Christian. Why on earth would I drop the charges? Why should I show her any leniency?" Christian grabbed my arm and said, "If you sign the waiver of prosecution, they'll go easier on Wendy. She's still so young, Yvonne. Do you really want to destroy her life by sending her to prison? "If you forgive her, I'll get back together with you. Wendy could be considered your sister as well. You're the reason she's in this mess, so you need to take some responsibility, Yvonne." I couldn't stand him for another second and slapped him hard across the face. "How could you be this shameless, Chri

“Are you afraid of me? You know I’d never hurt you. You’re valuable to me.” “You could have shown them mercy,” Hayden murmured, looking a little faint. I knew what was about to happen and I caught him by his waist in time right as his knees buckled. “You’re a monster.” “Mercy is for men who haven’t killed a soul in their life. Mercy is for those who don’t have a choice. But they had theirs, Hayden.” I moved my hands over his torso. He shivered at my touch and I saw his face become flushed.

“But next time, we do it without letting him decide what makes us wolves. He’s broken, but I didn’t need to break myself to stop him.” Nova stepped up beside me. She didn’t wait for permission, didn’t seek affirmation. She simply joined me at my side and raised her voice so they could all hear. “She didn’t return weaker. She returned cleaner. If we’re to build something that lasts, we can’t keep shedding blood just to prove we’re not prey. Mercy is not forgetting. It’s choosing.”

"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."