No Memory, No Mercy Novels & Stories

Evelina said, not seeing the road. “Isn’t she that girl? This familiar feeling ... is this girl ‘her’?” thought Nox This familiar feeling Nox felt while holding Evelina and staring at the girl. Later, Evelina wakes up and she stands up, after falling. Nox saw her face similar to the one he knew and mentioned her name. “Evelina?” called Nox. Nox still holds her hand, they stare at each other. Then came the nostalgic feeling he missed, when looking at each other. TO BE CONTINUED...

Drake asked with a raised brow. “Do you even need to ask when I'm practically offering myself on a platter for you? I need to be full,” I said. “I need all of you. I need—” I swallowed. “I need to remember I'm yours because right now, it feels like you guys have forgotten.” The silence that followed was the worst thing I'd ever heard. Moon moved towards me. He stopped at the edge of the bed and looked down at me. “You know we can't —”

Do you really not remember, Mason? He said, "The child Theo saved back then should be about your age now." The wind roared around me. I stood there, completely stunned. In my memory, the scenes from my childhood had always been blurry. Maybe because of my brain's self-protection, I'd automatically erased that terrifying, painful memory filled with despair. But Theo had never forgotten. Across ten years and an overlap of time, he'd saved me again. I looked at the words written on the unfolded paper fortune teller.

A girl in her late 20’s, was walking in a hotel corridor, completely drunk. Her 5ft 6-inch figure was dangling with a lost mind over her each step. Her vision was too hazel to recognize the path in front of her, just like her life. Anger, frustration, and feeling of betrayal once again were swelling her heart.

Maybe that way she’d make it through the next four minutes, as Jim revolted against her need of distance and silence, playing live the acoustic version of a song that seemed to be custom-made for them that night. "What if I don’t care? What if I don’t admit I’m wrong? Would this be easier on you? "What if you don’t care? What if you don’t apologize? Would this be easier on you? "What have we become? You’re digging in again What other wars have we won? History repeats itself They are the enemy, the enemy They’ll watch us self-destruct They are the enemy, the enemy Taking lives one by one. "What if we’re broken? What if we cannot fix a thing?

The thought of having slept with two brothers in the space of 24 hours made her want to kill herself in shame. "If you don't have proof of what you're accusing me of then I will advise you to please shut the fuck up because you're not the only one suffering here. My self-esteem is already suffering and my integrity is also at stake." Henry said. "Do you remember anything about last night? If you do, then tell me, I want to know. Do you have any memories of me forcing myself on you?" He asked. Vanessa burst into another round of tears. Just like Henry had told her, she also could not remember anything. Her head was blank. She couldn't even remember being alone with Henry after Laurel and Dari

“Set it up.” Brad’s expression darkens. “You’re planning to go to the funeral?” “Yes.” Lamar lets out a whistle. “You? Showing up there? That’ll get people talking.” Good. Let them talk. Let them see that I don’t forget debts or tolerate betrayal. Mercy in my world is the first step toward losing control — and control is something I’ll never surrender. “Good,” I say quietly. “Let them all see.”

I sat there alone in the quiet of my office and stared at the closed door. I knew exactly why I had done it. I simply refused to say it out loud. --- SOFIA I was at my desk packing up when Brandon's name appeared on my phone. Brandon: Sofia, I am so sorry. They just dumped an entire account file on me out of nowhere—due tomorrow morning. I have to stay. Can we reschedule? I really am sorry. Terrible timing. I stared at the message. A small, illogical disappointment settled in my chest.

“I don’t like myself very much right now. But I’m just trying to tell you that I tried. All these years, I tried to…to show mercy. “Mercy?” I hissed. “Do you know how many people have died in these games? Hell, I almost died. I still might. What kind of sick mercy is that?” He opened his mouth to speak but then closed it. He sighed heavily and then averted his eyes. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he looked genuinely sorry. I didn’t care though. I would never, ever forgive Kalev Moren for any of this. “Calm,” Verity said. “He’s trying to help you.”

"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