Mercy And The Heartbeats Novels & Stories

Alive. “I promise,” he said. Into my hair. “On them. On Alex. On Marcus. On March 14th. No cages.” _Beep. Beep. Beep._ 76 BPM. His. _Thump-thump. Thump-thump._ Ivy. _Thump-thump. Thump-thump._ Isla. _Beep._ Mine. 139 BPM. High. But alive. *

“And you’re his Thorn, so you’re my daughter too, if you want it.” The face in her chest snarls. “Don’t listen, you’re mine, I made you.” Mercy touches the glass. “You, made, prison.” She makes a fist. The glass cracks. The face screams. “Stop, you’ll die, the implants—” “I, choose,” Mercy says. She punches through her own chest. Blood, black and red, sprays. She pulls Gerald’s preserved head out, wires snapping. It gasps, then goes still.

“Time can tolerate a great deal. It tolerates chaos. It tolerates suffering. It tolerates death, endlessly. What it does not tolerate is obstruction.” My stomach tightens. “So I’m an obstruction.” Mercy doesn’t smile. “You’re worse. You are a point it can’t smooth.” I think of the battlefield. Of the wrongness I felt when the moment repeated. Of the way my body seemed to know where it would break before it did. I think of the clock hand pausing. “How do you know,” I ask. Mercy’s eyes flick to Eliza, then back to me. “Because I’ve seen anchors before,” she says. “And I’ve seen what time does to the people who love them.”

He looked at me in agony. Every extra second I looked at him made it feel like another knife had pierced my heart. However, the old house was the only thing my mother ever left me. How could I willingly hand it over to the illegitimate daughter whose existence had destroyed my mother? How could my mother rest in peace if I did?! “Jocelyn, there’s one minute left.” Plop! With a dull thud, I dropped to the floor. I no longer cared about pride or dignity as I knelt before Wayne and begged.

“We are one.” The Heart pulsed once, accepting her. The world, reborn yet again, held its breath. ---

She stuttered which was strange, her heart rammed so hard against the wall of her chest. “Don’t look at me like that” He snapped harshly at her, putting space between them. For some reason her heart ached for him, but why?

"This is beautiful '' she murmured, Bohden's lips curled to the side as if telling her it was too soon to decide that. The black flowers had a bright hue of dark blue at the center of it, making it look like an animation. Were they even real flowers? She couldn't believe it, they were so breathtaking and the white porcelain tiles on the driveway added to it. It's only now that she realizes the meaning behind the name and the logo of their company 'Black Rose entertainment company' that name might be because of these flowers around, she concluded.

If he was searching for the misery in my soul, then I guessed he would find it, along with my resignation. "Just k__kill me already." My voice had no soul. I had already come to the fact that I was going to die, there was no need for him to prolong it. A smile crossed his face, but it lacked life. " Beg me for mercy, I might just spare your life." Was he taunting me? He believed fully well that I was Ethan's partner in crime, why would he want to spare me? "Beg me!" He commanded, his voice striking like a whip.

She push me away and quickly ran out of the room,I turn around to see the beast,my fear returning I bolted the room and ran put,having no idea where I was running to, I knew of I didn't run I may end up like Maya and this time no one would save me. "Hey easy" Someone grab me as I staggered. I look at the person and step back,it was Daniel the Gemma or Omega? I don't remember him but I knew he was Daniel the sea shell collector. "Geez have you been crying? Who the hell?" He asked. I didn't know what to say,I just shook my head and started crying again, how can I explain I just witness someone about to be murdered and I think I'm the next? Instead I just cry harder.

The black heart convulsed between us, furious that memory could still interrupt possession. The first Luna moved then—not toward the black heart, but through it. Silver fire passed into the split stone like breath returning to a chest after centuries of forced silence. The scream that followed was not hers. It was the mechanical false-heart finally feeling the shape of the life it had replaced. Mercy surged through the bond, not gentle, not soft—furious, enormous, unwilling to be severed again.