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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.

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.

“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?”

A computer generated letter could be traced but typewriters left nothing but imprints. Penny read the letters again. They were haikus and their meanings were clear. The first letter read: Should judgement fall. The thief no place can run. But here salvation comes. The second one was a continuation of the first and it was here she saw what the writer of both letters wanted. Should salvation come. The price though fair or steep. Would you be wont to pay? “There was an enclosed letter telling me to write my response and send it to a mailbox which was obviously registered in a fake name, I checked. If I want salvation I only have to send that letter of affirmation.”

I'm a grumpy person, I relate to Jemi's character more, realistic, after all we have all been hurt one way or another by people we hold dear, *quits being sentimental* Dragged behind recently due to work, this week I'll constantly update, thee views aren't much but one view means so so much to me and keeps me going, power of readers. More chapters to unlock, tell me what you think of my two main characters 😍 Or you can criticise them whatever, lol, or not, hoping you enjoy the book

A fire that was spreading down the hallway, forcing doors open as it went. There had been no pain that compared to Jordan’s turning. Emily had felt lost at sea, tugged this way and then that by dueling currents, whilst from below reeds snatched at her ankles and dragged her down; and the more she flailed the more entwined she became. Now there was light in the water, shimmering and indistinct, lights mounted on heads screwed into bodies covered in clothes with the Ministry’s insignia woven into its fabric. Stitched in. Not with love, but with diplomacy, with good intentions. Mercy. I knew this would happen, came a voice from the darkest part of her. And at the sad, strange end of the day may

Emily asked. Mercy sighed audibly and let her hands fall to her side. “It means allowing a person be, without poke-nosing.” She repeated as Emily had always taught her. “And what are you doing?” “But–” Emily hushed her with a finger in the air. “I–” “Beep.” Mercy lowered her head and let out another sigh. She drew nearer and Emily stepped aside, so David would collect his book from her. With Mercy's hand extended to him, David snatched the book from her hand and muttered a 'Stupid girl'.

“Enough running. Enough begging. Enough mercy.” Mercy. Thαt word didn’t exist in me αnymore. These people hαd tαken everything from me. They killed my pαrents. They destroyed my life. They mαde me αn orphαn αnd left me broken. They mαde me lose my unborn child. And now‚ they wαnted to tαke my life too. No. Not this time. Mercy wαsn’t α fucking option.

“I could have asked for prison time for you too. But I didn’t. Because I don’t believe you would have gone this far on your own. Louis used you. And I won’t let his poison ruin more lives.” His eyes widened. “You… you’re not making me pay the charges?” I shook my head. “Keep your money. Just stay away from us. Build your life back without dragging anyone else down.” His voice broke. “Thank you, Xavier. I don’t deserve this, but… thank you.” I left him there, feeling strangely lighter. Mercy was a strange thing. It didn’t erase the pain of the past, but it stopped it from spreading further. When I got home, Melissa was waiting for me. She stood at the window, her hand resting protectively on

“You don’t get to make this right. Not with a few empty words.” Jordan’s face fell as he realized that the people he had wronged weren’t going to bend to his desperation. There would be no last-minute reprieve. No change of heart. And I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction in that. After everything he had done, he didn’t deserve mercy. He didn’t deserve anything but the consequences of his actions.