Mercy Libraries Novels & Stories

"I hope I'm not disturbing anything important." You have no idea what you just interrupted. "Not at all," I replied smoothly, though I had to fight the urge to pull Isabella closer to my side. "What brings you here so late, Maria?" Maria moved into the room with practiced ease, her wheelchair gliding silently across the floor. "I received an interesting invitation today and wanted to discuss it with you. The Mercy Foundation has asked me to speak at their annual charity gala next week." The Mercy Foundation. I knew about their work—they operated several rehabilitation centers throughout New York, focusing primarily on helping teenagers recover from drug addiction. It was worthy cause, one th

Something the other packs would never offer. Mercy. And this time… I choose to keep it.

"Our ship's engine malfunctioned and my pod landed wherever you found me. It was never our intention to fight or battle, that was the worst-case scenario." He took a while before he replied as if he tried to make sense of what she just said. "It seems you have bad luck, Miss Summons. All emergency pods are programmed to land in the main city of Meraki. The City of Ouro, we call it the city of gold. You have landed in my territory."

“Mercer funded human trafficking operations through shell corporations hidden inside international medical charities.” The room went dead silent. Aria felt physically sick. “No.” Margaret nodded once. “Your mother uncovered transportation records. Offshore accounts. Missing persons reports linked to Mercer-funded clinics overseas.” Daniel’s entire expression changed. The humor disappeared instantly. “That’s why people died.” “Yes.” Ethan looked toward the flash drives resting on the desk nearby. “And the evidence is still active.” Margaret didn’t answer directly. Which was answer enough. Victor ran one hand slowly across his jaw.

She cried out as she can to let my ears be struck by her echoes. "Ms. Dandelion, it is my responsibility to save your friend from getting persecuted by uncertainty and misery!" I said and let go of my hand off her kindness. How sweet of her though and I do pity myself for refusing offers like that continuously. Grace doesn't have to do that, I came to implore for help and not take gratitude. The moon gave me a route to run away from the promise that might not be retained forever. Within the moonbow, I felt there was no hope of healing the shattered essence of an individual.

MERCY. I saw the system try to pre‑empt me to autofill. It wanted to turn it into METRICS. I forced the letters into place. MERCY as a subroutine under PROCESS_REGRET. CAP_INTENSITY. CAP_DURATION. NO PERMANENT DAMAGE FOR REGRET PROCESSING. The Admin writhed. “THIS IS INEFFICIENT,” it spat. “PAIN LEVELS BELOW THRESHOLD PRODUCE LITTLE CHANGE. TRAUMA IS REQUIRED TO SHIFT PATTERNS.”

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He glared at me before lifting my washed body. Then he said, a little fiercely, “Let’s play dominoes.” *** Eric and I moved to a café to work on our midterm project. Our task was to design and plan a machine for our final project. The café had a study room with a large table and various board games. On the table were Eric’s laptop, my notebook, and a file containing Understanding Mecha (Volume 1), borrowed from the library, and award-winning design blueprints. We were planning a stress-relief switch. Of course, my opinion wasn’t considered at all—it was entirely Eric’s decision. He said the professor gave extra points for unique and intriguing items.