Mercy Copypasta Novels & Stories

he smiled sadly Tom Mercy walked in my office fuming pushing her huge tummy first, terrorizing my office “ I want you to be happy I don’t want you to be with me because of pity or because you feel like you owe me, you don’t owe me anything, I did what I did because it made me happy and I love you” I might be calm on the surface but inside my heart and mind are at chaos I don’t know what to do or feel anymore, I am scared, for the first time I am not afraid to admit that I am scared, she deserves to be happy and this is me giving her a chance to chose what she really wants if it me that she wants, she has to make me believe it, words are not enough but actions are “ everybody knows that you

"Celia, I already apologized! I even offered compensation, so don't push this too far! If you let me go today, I promise I won't cause you trouble ever again. Isn't that enough? And besides… we were college classmates. Are you going to be this heartless?" I nearly laughed again. Her words were so ridiculous that it was almost funny. I raised a brow. "Oh? And when you blocked the door, refusing to let me leave, did you not think that was too much? "When you demanded I kneel and be your dog, did you think about our so-called friendship? You showed me no mercy, so why the hell should I forgive you?" Mabel fell silent, her mouth opening and closing, but no words came out. While I spoke, Daniel t

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 will.” She turned back to the altar, tracing her fingers along the sigil. The frost beneath her touch shimmered, spreading outward like breath across glass. “Then write this too,” she said softly. “Mercy is not weakness. It is the strength to stay kind in a world that wants you cruel.” Elias bowed his head. “I’ll remember.”

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How was there any difference in my blood to other humans apart from our DNA? "Like I told you, your blood occurs rarely and it has many big benefits to us. Your blood would make me stronger, many of my kind are after such rare blood. Trust me I meant no harm to you, in fact I planned to tell you about this but it just happened that you found out before I could. I just want your blood and for you to act as my wife and nothing else, like the contract said I would make sure your future is brilliant, your career is my responsibility and I would do nothing to harm you. Think about it, if I really wanted to hurt you then I would've done it the second I saw you because it is our nature to ruin, but

“Oh, baby doll,’ he murmurs, his voice soft, almost pained. “You’re not a mess. You’re healing.” I shake my head, a bitter smile tugging at my lips. “Healing?” I echo, my voice hollow. “I’m jealous of my own sister-in-law, Marcel. I’m jealous of her happiness, her pregnancy. What kind of person does that make me?” His hands fall from my face as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me into him. He rests his chin on the top of my head, his voice soft and sincere as he says, “It makes you human, Mercy. You’ve been through hell and back, and you’re still here. You’re still fighting.”

Recognition, again, like the two of us were discovering a shared language without the words for it. “You can’t promise that,” she whispered. “I can promise me,” I said. “That’s all anyone can do.” Mercy appeared behind us, as if she’d stepped out of the air itself. She carried a small pouch at her hip, herbs and needles and other quiet weapons. “Stop,” she said. We stopped. Mercy crouched and pressed her palm to the ground, eyes half-lidded. The gesture looked like prayer until you watched her fingers, the way they traced patterns too deliberate to be reverent.

I gripe in my fucked up voice, knowing it for the lie I want it to be. “That's it, we are getting your ass dressed and you are going to talk to that man, once and for all, the worst thing that could happen is he rejects you,” Mercy says and grabs a hold of me, lifting me up. “Make sure she wears something tight, those baggies are a boner killer,” Spade steals my chocolate yogurt as he says that and I glare at him. Mercy kicks him in the legs, “Shut up dick face.” Yeah, that is Mercy for you.

The small and large intestine would spill out of him if done correctly without even damaging them. “W-wait…please…have mercy…” My eyebrow rose as my knife stopped. “Mercy? Do you even know what mercy is?” “Yes. Mercy. Please.” I shook my head. “Granting you mercy would mean I had compassion…or the ability to forgive.” Leaning in again, feeling my own breath fan against his face. “Do you think…I have either of those qualities, little prick?” He reached his breaking point. The sobs that broke out of this man were embarrassing. I leaned back to not get any snot or spit on my face.