Just Mercy Novel Novels & Stories

' I think you should look for her and be her friend , we can't go on like this when all the time you are scolding me " she concludes and stands up to leave . Mercy does not chase after but only looks at her with contempt .she feels this friendship should as well end because , this friend of her is very arrogant and full of herself . She recalls the many times she had to stand for her after she got herself in trouble and let's go . Meanwhile Queen's classmates arrive where mercy is sited . Sjr looks at them and finds out that Queen is missing , she begins to feel anxious . Why am I these concerned about her . she wonders and she feels something is strange . She doesn't know Queen well nor are

Luke stood quietly by the side, watching as Jessica chatted with me. Before he left, he nodded at me calmly. I could see his tightly clenched fists and the unmistakable guilt in his eyes that was impossible to hide. "I'm truly sorry about before," he said. It felt like the entire world had suddenly tilted in my favor, simply because I was on the brink of death. Perhaps it was my circumstances that made me resist everything when it came to Sean. In reality, he hadn't done anything wrong. I just wanted to escape that world.

“I wouldn’t mind the company” Hardin smiled then. “Great” He glanced down at the book in his hand then opened it. It took about two minutes to go from admiring Hardin to recognizing the book with him. Too late he was reading it, reading her failure of a prologue. “Wow this is nice and different” Hardin finally said looking up. She raised a brow at him doubtfully. “Nothing like your usual but it’s great, giving some tragic ending vibes though” “Is it that obvious?”

We were simply a way for them to make money, and the moment any of us became a problem, they would deal with us however they wanted. Mercy couldn’t even stand properly the next day. She remained curled up in one corner of the room, barely speaking to anyone. Even walking to the toilet was difficult for her. We took turns helping her because she was too weak to do much by herself. We all wanted to comfort her, but deep down, every one of us was asking the same question in silence. *If they could do that to Mercy, what was waiting for the rest of us?* As we sat in that suffocating silence, terrified of our own shadows, the heavy wooden door was suddenly thrown wide open, and a guard barked out

A refugee camp. Supplies intercepted. And words burned across the screen: MERCY HAS A BODY COUNT. Aria closed her eyes. The silent alliance had answered. Not with silence. But with blood. CLOSING As night fell, Aria stood once more at the window, city lights trembling below. She had chosen mercy again. And now the world was daring her to stop. Her reflection stared back—no longer innocent, not yet broken. “Then listen carefully,” she whispered to the dark. “Because I will not choose cruelty.” A pause. “But I will choose justice.”

The fire burned low as the hours passed, and the room grew dark, and the door did not open, and no one came, no guards and no nobles and no king, just me alone in the darkness, waiting for something I could not name. I did not know if this was mercy or cruelty, because mercy was a word I had learned to distrust, and cruelty was the only thing I had ever known. But I was still alive, and somehow, against all the odds and all the years of pain and all the people who had tried to break me, that felt like the beginning of something, though I did not know what, though I could not have named it if I tried. I only knew that I was going to find out.

Sigrid gestured for silence when Dan moved slightly, wanting to finish the errand now that the danger was passed, however, she wanted to hear the discussion between father and daughter whilst they were unaware that there were others around and see what secrets they revealed. “I do not need to be imprisoned,” Mercy snarled back. “I have been free all this time, and I have proven that I can contain and direct my hunger to appropriate food sources, and dispose of the remnants, have I not? I have been perfectly behaved. I have helped our allies and mother. I have shown that I control my hunger, not it me. I will not go back into prison, father! I refuse. I am an adult, and as an adult, I am free

"Give it back." He tore the protective charm off, threw it to the ground, and ground it under his heel. "What makes you think anyone would want this piece of trash? I wouldn't want it if Maisie hadn't given it to me." Grandma's kindness and blessings were trampled on just like that. A piece of the protective charm broke off, and the charm's surface was marked with deep scrapes. Anger, grief, and despair exploded within me all at once. I shoved Dash to the ground and punched him again and again until Maisie screamed for us to stop.

For a heartbeat, it looked like there were two of us kneeling before the altar and two shadows behind, larger, looming. Paul’s breathing slowed. He wiped his face with the back of his hand. “You said mercy isn’t earned. That’s given.” I nodded. “But what if it’s given to the wrong person?” “What do you mean?” He looked up at the crucifix. “What if someone like me doesn’t deserve it at all?” I felt something sharp twist in my chest. “None of us deserves it,” I said. “That’s the point.” He smiled weakly a broken, almost mocking smile. “So even you?”

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.