Mercy And The Heartbeats Novels & Stories

Luciano De La Vega, known as Diablo, is a cold and untouchable billionaire. Feared by his employees and misunderstood by the world, he hides a devastating truth: a fatal heart condition with no cure. To protect others from grief, Luciano builds walls so high that no one can reach him. Camila Torres never imagined her path would cross with the infamous Diablo, until a heated argument over a taxi ride pits her fiery temper against his ruthless arrogance. Days later, their families force them into a contract marriage: for her, a desperate attempt to save her father’s bankrupt business; for him, a duty to his family legacy. Bound by resentment, their union is anything but loving. Yet

For an eternity and yet only a heartbeat, they existed in that dangerous, beautiful moment. Then, as abruptly as it had begun, Elena pulled away, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “This…this is a mistake,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a cocktail of anger, regret, and something that resembled desperate hope. Ethan’s eyes searched hers, torn between regret and resolve. “It wasn’t a mistake,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. For a long, heavy moment, they stood there on her doorstep, two souls caught in the crossfire of duty and desire, trust and betrayal, each questioning what was real and what was part of the game.

"We have to accept what we are if we want to take that first step forward. Accept that we'll never be ordinary people, no matter how much we want to be." I roll my eyes. "What happened to the Mercy who took me in all those months ago?" The smile dies on her face as she glances away, her gaze staring at a distance. "She went to therapy. Dad insisted." Guilt bubbles up inside of me. Mercy has been through a lot on account of me. I should've asked how she was doing. "Are you still working at Somewhere Bar?" I ask anxiously. "Not anymore." Mercy shakes her head. "Dad wants me to meet a nice boy and settle down." Slowly, the grin returns to her face. She waits for a beat before she speaks. "Do yo

I could feel the lights from the few lampposts nearby, illuminating my face. I had tossed my sneakers somewhere in the soft, cool sand of the beach. The music was echoing in my ears; I had to admit that the speaker Bryce had bought just a week ago from a second-hand market was quite powerful. "Come here!" Paola's brown curls were swaying back and forth as Cameron spun her around. I had lost Nora minutes ago, but her claim that she was "mixing drinks" gave me the feeling that it was inaccurate; she couldn't tell me that and then go in the opposite direction towards the portable coolers filled with alcohol.

I stopped in my tracks, and stared at the covered stage, hoping to see a person on it. The curtains still covered the entirety of the elevated platform, but I could hear silent footsteps behind it. Then, a gentle strum of an electric guitar echoed in the hall. “What…?” I quietly gasped. That was so clean! I could feel goosebumps from every part of my body, and I stood stone in my position, overwhelmed. A gentle chord after chord followed in pursuit, and as I listened closely, it felt like I could discern the emotions behind the played music. Grief, loneliness… anger.

You're left so alone that you can't explain. You've got to dance like there's nobody watching, love like you'll never be hurt, sing like there's nobody listening, and live like it's heaven on earth. Well, do I believe in that faint breath of a word that is called a miracle? It will take me some more convincing, but what has just happened is rather a good start. My dad just had a peak in his heart rhythm, which means that goddamn machine beat a bit faster than it has for the past three days.

Maybe my whole existence had been waiting for this. "Don't go" He nuzzled my neck, and I could already feel my knees giving way. The heat from his chest was already melting away my resistance, and I didn't have it in me to tell him to stop. After all, I had done, after every hurt and every wound I had caused him, and my heart is selfish, it still beating for him and him only. All the words of mia were ringing in my ears. I should not feel pain, I deserved everything, but it hurt too much. "What if I don't? What is going to change if I stay?"

Anger burned under the hurt—anger at Richard, at Lydia, but mostly at herself for being so blind. She pulled out her phone, and searched for a number. She dialed the number without hesitation. The call connected at the second ring. And a woman's voice answered. “Hello?” “Hi,” Mercy said. Her voice sounded stronger than she felt. “This is Mercy McKnight. I’ve thought about your offer. I’m ready to join your team.” There was a short pause from the other line, then a warm surprise. “That’s fantastic, Mercy. I’m happy you made the right choice. Can you come to our office on Monday? We’ll rush through the paperwork and get you started immediately.”

He could still feel the flicker of Nathan’s heartbeat through the half-formed bond—uneasy, frightened, but alive. And beneath it, faint but persistent— the echo of Rowan Mercer’s name, still pulsing like an unanswered question.

“But the way you love me🎵 “Makes this little world feels like it’s all we need🎵 “We are rich in love🎵 “Though the pockets are empty🎵 “Got a kingdom in your heart🎵 “And I’m safe in there🎵 “We are poor in the world’s eyes🎵 “But baby not in ours🎵 “Cuz we are rich in love🎵 Mercy and David are in the bedroom sleeping but mercy couldn’t sleep. No matter how hard she tried to force it. She opened her eyes, lost inside her thoughts. She glanced at her husband who was already fast asleep,