Mercy Julie Garwood Novels & Stories

Spade throws me an energy bar as he grabs Jade's hand dragging her out of the room, ignoring her protests. “See you ladies later.” “Make sure you keep it down, we not all getting it five times a day,” Mercy yells loud and all of us stare at her. “What? That was days ago. Don't judge.” Mercy flicks her hair as she says this, then bends to pick up the discarded clothes on the floor.

“I want to walk you through it so there are no surprises.” My hands are still in my lap. I don’t reach for it, just stare at the folder. “The position is live-in,” she continues. “But I’m willing to be flexible. Four days a week at the estate. Three days you’re free to maintain your work at the hospital, your personal life, whatever you need. I understand you have family obligations.” I blink. “How did you know I—” “I did my research, Miss Brennan.” She opens the folder. Slides a sheet of paper toward me. “Your mother is a patient at St. Mercy’s. Stage four cancer. Surgery scheduled for…” She glances at the paper. “Well. Pending funding, I assume.”

I only realized something was terribly wrong when my vision blurred. Julian's hand reached out toward me. I stood abruptly, fighting the sudden weakness in my legs. "Mr. Brosnan, what are you doing?" I asked. He grinned brazenly. "You're a smart woman, Ms. Price. Now that you've broken up with Sean, you might as well come with me. I promise you'll be as well provided for—if not better." A chill ran down my spine. Julian's two bodyguards had just stepped outside, and the click of the lock behind them sent a jolt through me.

She demanded but went with them compliantly towards the donation area. “I’m sorry, we do not but,” Jules kept his voice low. “The peace with the Mer is very fragile, and they were alarmed by your appearance.” “As they should be,” Mercy scowled. “If they have anything to do with why I cannot find my mother.” “Where is she normally?” Jules asked.

Then… Aurelian: Be careful. Her chest warmed. *** Solé Terrace was bright and elegant, its outdoor seating overlooking a landscaped garden with quiet fountains and white marble tables. Mercy arrived wearing dark sunglasses, her hair styled neatly to partially cover the faint discoloration along her cheekbone. Makeup had helped, but not completely. Cindy was already there, standing the moment she saw her. They hugged immediately. It was a tight and long hug. The kind of hug only women who survived heartbreak together understand.

"Selene Woods. Age: 19, gender; female. Daughter to the deceased Mr Ashley and Whitney Woods. State after accident; Critical. Date and time of accident recorded; half past nine on the twenty- fourth of July, 2014.” - The detective paused. I felt a strange chill, a thin veil of sweat covered my body. My hands which had been gripping the stirring wheel tightened, eyes lingering on the traffic lights that had now turned orange. "I also found this amongst the police records. What does Miss Selene have to say about this?" - He added.

Emily Warner I came home after two hour chat with Mary. I felt like I finally met someone who understands me and doesn’t look at me with pity in her eyes, she knows exactly what I am talking about and where I am coming from. She made me jot down points on a notepad because I would for sure forget them, I was surprised at how predictable I am. I kept telling her that Lucas would never get jealous and he would see through my tactics. But she laughed at me and said that I don’t know how men work.

“He has a villa in upstate in Piere. That’s where he stays most times.” Penny pursed her lips in a smile and said. “Thank you, Juliette, you can leave now.” “Okay.” She stood to leave and was making her way toward the door when Penny stopped her. “Juliette?” “What?” “You’re fired.” When the young woman opened her eyes wide Penny shrugged and tapped her left wrist with her right hand where the fake bracelet had been on Juliette’s hand during the Johnnie Walker photo shoots. “Quality over anything, that’s my rule.”

"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

because. —You'll go to the Rose house, we'll talk there later, now I have to go to the meeting, I'm already late. —The meeting should have started ten minutes ago but Mr. Brown had not let his daughter start until Santiago was present. "Okay, sir," Rose said, somewhat annoyed and she left the place. Julian was like Emily's second father. That girl made the men of the house the way she wanted and it was nice to see those things. In the meeting room everyone was chatting happily, since Mr. Brown had asked questions to distract them.