Mercer Frey Novels & Stories

"Boss, the CEO of Silver Key Holdings is Laurence Fairbank. He once tried to partner with us, but he didn't meet the qualifications and was eliminated in the first round." I gave a slight nod. "Got it." By then, Mabel had already finished her call. And just like that, her arrogance returned. She lifted her chin high, her entire demeanor dripping with pride. I sighed. She was truly hopeless.

“What else do we even know about this demon? Why was it trying to kidnap Freya? As far as I remember, we have stayed out of their business for ages now.” “I don’t know much either, but Freya told me that her father sold her off to it.” I grit my teeth, remembering the fool of a man who deserved nothing but death. “He did so in exchange for wanting his wife back. The demon promised to resurrect her but at the last moment; he went back on his word, injured her father and took her with him. I think Freya heard him mention that he wasn’t paid enough to answer her questions.” “A mercenary.” Mother shook her head. “That means it’s not the demons. Someone else must have been after her.”

Just… there. Priya wasn’t in, which, for once, I appreciated. I wasn’t in the mood for conversation or well-meaning questions. The office was almost unnervingly quiet. Every now and then a car passed outside, and underneath it all was that low mechanical hum old buildings make when they’ve been emptied of people. I buried myself in work because work, at least, followed rules. I went through the Mercer files again. I made fresh notes on Thomas Mercer—the founder. The one who’d been forced out of the company he’d built.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

“Do you have a plan?” “No.” Freya said and bestowed a cold smile on her. “You are going to die, I am going to die. And we were never friends. I felt pity for how you were deserted by Aremin.” Melanie’s breath caught in her throat. “You know of that?” She asked and Freya’s lips lifted in a cold smile. “That Uther the Merciless payed Aremin a fortune to buy you as a pet? Yes.” She replied.

Abel calmly elaborated. "Says a guy who single-handedly took out a whole army of rebels in Congolese 10 years ago", Jenny replied with a little chuckle. "Abel Mordecai Oliz, 35 years of Age. Ex-Mercenary going with the disguise name The Merc and later joined the CIA. But resigned 5 years ago. Favorite color is blue. Lost both wife and daughter right before his eyes in the bus taking them to the airport for a planned vacation at Hawaii. Still haven't had his revenge, because he is yet to figure out who is behind the Assassination." Jenny elaborated with a stern gaze.

he murmured. Aleric pressed the accelerator without letting go of the brake. The sound made Mack let go of Freya's hand. He found it really interesting as he turned her head and looked at Aleric. "Bro, what's up? You never had a female assistant before. She is perfect for me. Can I borrow her for a few days?" Freya was taken aback. She wanted to tell him that Aleric had a female assistant before her who couldn't stay. But Mack's words toward her really shocked her. She was about to tell him that she was not that kind of woman.

said the driver, sparing me a faint smile through the rear mirror. I was stunned "Huh? Four, Black and X. Why do you all have such weird names?" I couldn't help but voice out the question even though it sounded rude. "Well, it's our work names, Master specifically named us" said Four. My mouth formed an O, no matter what the names were weird to me and kinda funny, "Okay nice knowing you, by the way I'm Avyanna" I said to only have all of them giggle, I found it disturbing because I couldn't te why they did. Did I say anything funny?.

“Anyway, Mercy reminded me that my father means to sell me to the highest bidder a few months from now when the tribes meet for the Harvest Festival. So far, I’m worth roughly… six goats. I’m practically off the market. I’m not sure anyone can compete with that kind of bride price.” Freya snorts a laugh. “Speaking of Mercy.” Her eyes slide to mine as she tilts her head toward my graceful sister, who is laughing prettily as she entertains a group of our warriors. Her coy smile and fluttering eyelashes hide the sour glint to every word that leaves her lips. “Her dress is beautiful,” Freya sighs, and she’s right. She’s right, because I was the one who made it… for myself. “She’s hoping to catch

I make an excuse although it's not entirely untrue. "I don't think so." He muses briefly, "And by the way, you shouldn't be hiding such interesting things from me." "Interesting things?" I cross the table and go to him. He curls up his lips into a smile and I feel alarmed. I've understood he only shows me his smile when it's something bad for me; kind of danger alert. "I talked with Mason today in the morning and I found out Freya is now a CFO of the Howard Constructions." He says blissfully.