Mercy Copypasta Novels & Stories

" Cleo have mercy." " I'm trying." © #KCMmuoe

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Mercy says: " we have to learn to live with each other , besides she is a good person , she did not chose to be born in a poor family wealth is not the definition of people but how they treat each other " ' Am tired with these lectures of yours , everytime you stand out for these wretched human beings who do not deserve to be pitied' her friends adds . ' I think you should look for her and be her friend , we can't go on like this when all the time you are scolding me " she concludes and stands up to leave . Mercy does not chase after but only looks at her with contempt .she feels this friendship should as well end because , this friend of her is very arrogant and full of herself . She reca

aunt mara said ,and I frowned "We'll see who will be surprised this time around aunty..."I said inwardly,and I smirked "I won't lock you inside today ,so watch over my house to, we're leaving"aunt mara said ,and they exited the building "She just made things easier for me"I said inwardly,and I ran to my room.. I picked up the telephone,and I dialed Mercy's number" Mercy is my friend,I met her on one of my visits to the market (🙄)..She's an orphan like me,and she's two years older.I told her my story ,and she asked me to leave the house ,if I still want to be alive.

“It’ll get us to a gas station, but we lose time. Mercy insists we get there before 7:00am. We’re already three hours out. We can’t afford the delay.” I grabbed my phone. “I’m calling her.”(mercy) In the encrypted chat, Mercy’s name appeared in red. I tapped it and typed: “Flat tire. Spare won’t fit. Need tow or replacement.it will be delayed.” I hit send, then stared at the ceiling, willing someone to fix this. Within seconds, Mercy replied: “Unacceptable. Hire another vehicle immediately. I’ll cover any cost. Get there before 7:00am I want that witch captured.”

Mercy Mercy was glad to see Isabella. She was so kind and refreshing. She’d brought Mercy some clean clothes and made sure she was able to take a shower without any help. She’d also brought her a snack, which was great, even though Cleo had brought her a full breakfast. Mercy felt like her stomach was turning inside out, she was so hungry. Now, she was sitting on the bed, feeling comfy in a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. They smelled like flowers and fresh cotton and made her skin feel all soft and snuggly. There was something going on with her hair, though, and it was bothering her almost as much as the fact that she couldn’t remember anything. The urge to flip her hair back over her sho

"It is Mercy. She left Sterling Tower twenty minutes ago. She is in the elevator cage. And boss, she is carrying a portable television, a bag of potato chips, and what appears to be a complete box set of a reality TV show called 'Love Island: Antarctica.'" Jack stared at the comms. "Mercy is three hundred and seventeen years old. How does she know about Love Island?" "She said, and I quote: Ben showed me. It is the most beautifully chaotic thing I have ever witnessed. Also the chip flavor is barbecue." Three minutes later, Mercy Sterling descended into the egg chamber carrying the most important tactical supplies in cosmic history. She set up the portable television on a flat piece of broken

Dear Honey, You can be well, if you want to be well. I know you will recite this throughout the days and weeks. Here's your current letter: Mercy, mercy. The stars shine with confidence, not in stored mercy. There be revision in what you need, what you aim at to achieve. Mercy is cheap; you build self through repute. For repute, do not beg but yield. There is no mercy in store for thee. Create self, a power living being. Not by weapons alone can you win.

"I am sincerely sorry. Bravery must be in your family genes." Mercy smiles at the compliment. "No harm, no foul. Maria is happy, and I'm happy to be here to see she will be okay." Mercy raises her glass. "To love, wherever you find it. And may it always save the day." We all join in. "To love."