Mercy Libraries Novels & Stories

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.

Cassie The next morning I’m in the library returning a book I finished reading last night when I couldn’t sleep. The library is massive, two stories tall with built-in shelves that stretch all the way to the ceiling and one of those rolling ladders attached to a rail so you can reach the top shelves. There are reading chairs scattered throughout, deep leather things that look like they’ve been here for decades, and tall windows that let in streams of morning light. I’m tucking the book back into its spot on one of the lower shelves when I hear voices coming from deeper in the room, near the reading area by the fireplace.

Grace cut her off firmly. Mercy swallowed hard. Her gaze slid back to the triplets, lingering on Adan. He was busy on his phone, but as if sensing her stare, his frown deepened. His cold eyes suddenly lifted and locked onto hers. Mercy’s heart skipped a beat. She snapped her head away quickly and typed a message to her team with trembling fingers: “A big problem may be coming for both the businesses and the mafia worlds.” Then she scrolled down and sent another text to a different contact.

"Put your hands where we can see them! Now!" Abel walked towards them fearlessly with both his hands in the air. An agent ran towards him, brought Abel's hands down and handcuffed them.... 🎵Lord, Have mercy on me🎵 🎵Have Mercy on my soul🎵 🎵Don't let my heart turn cold🎵 🎵Have Mercy on many men🎵 . . . . The Following Morning

It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones. Lu Shen searched the archive at impossible speed. "Punishment, registry, reincarnation, appeals, custody, debt. No independent mercy office in surviving records." "Surviving records were written by survivors of power," Ava said. The Morgue Queen tilted her head. "Mercy can become loophole."

She just disappeared on thin air. Mercy was graduating in the next two months and had requested to work with them in the organization. She was a trained assassin as well. Leo Fernandez and she were dating. They planned to get married soon after they graduated. Leo wanted to join with her in the same organization. They did a course in data analysis and IT. They were also good in system design. One could call them gurus in the technology world. Mercy wanted him to run his own IT company that she could trust with the up to date information. They discussed and opened the company back in their company

"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

She had lost an alarming amount of weight because of her illness. "I'll protect you this time, Mom," I murmured as I held her hand. I activated the tenfold transfer system, setting Bianca as the target. "I'll consider the seven million dollars that you stole from me as payment for your life, Bianca," I thought to myself.

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.”

Mercy stood up, went to her bedroom and came back with her handbag. She proceeded to remove some tablets, put them on the table and looked at Ken. “Ken, are these what you call ARVs?” Mercy asked. Ken remained silent. The situation was so tensed. I took the packet and tried to figure out what the tablets were but could not. “Mercy, these are not ARVs but what are they?” I asked her. “I went to the hospital when I was feeling unwell, explained to them and they gave me these tablets. I also don’t know what they are.” Mercy told us.