Novel Mercy Novels & Stories

Charles and Sierra—the so-called obedient children of mine—kept their heads lowered with inscrutable expressions, making it impossible to guess what they were pondering in their minds. In that instant, the injustices I had endured in my past life rushed over me like a tidal wave. I took a deep breath and clenched my fists, my fingernails digging into my palms until they bled. I completely ignored the pain as I tried to force down the overwhelming resentment in my heart.

'That is what the twelve versions of the opening were for. He turned to look at her in the dark. 'Twelve versions?' 'I kept the twelfth.' 'Can I read it?' 'Tomorrow,' she said. 'Sleep first. The room needs us rested.' He was quiet for a moment. Then he said, 'You have become very good at this.' 'At what?' 'At knowing what is needed,' he said. 'And providing it without being asked.' She thought about that. She thought about where she had started — the girl who had survived alone for so long she had forgotten that needing things was allowed. The woman who had learned, slowly and not always easily, that receiving care was not weakness and that giving it was not loss.

Dawn broke over the city. The rain had stopped. For the first time in years, Mercy Medical Research Center no longer felt like a prison. Its secrets had finally been exposed. Yet none of them felt victorious. Because the greatest enemy... Had never been inside Mercy. --- Elena stood alone outside the abandoned building. The morning breeze lifted a few loose strands of her dark hair. In her hands was Richard Hart's letter. She had read it five times. Each time, she discovered something new.

Eyes a shade darker than mine, or maybe just harder, worn down by something I'd never had to survive. Twenty years of being erased had built a stranger wearing half my face, and I had no idea, standing in that doorway, whether I was looking at a brother or the beginning of the worst mistake any of us had ever walked into. CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHTFACE TO FACE Mercy's POV ever walked into.

Donovan had not come begging for it. Perhaps he was too ashamed. Perhaps he did not even know about it, or perhaps my mother-in-law had finally understood something. Either way, my connection to her ended with that money and the prepaid fees. It would be the best ending if both of us could find peace. The evening glow filtered through the balcony glass door, painting the living room in warm golden orange. I stood up, slid open the glass door, and stepped onto the balcony. The evening breeze was gentle, carrying the fresh scent of early summer plants growing.

How can someone like me recognize something soft… something beautiful… when I’ve only ever known pain? I taught myself everything. How to read. How to write. How to survive. That’s why it’s so fucking hard to show mercy to anyone, because the world never showed mercy to me. I lit a cigarette, the flame flickering briefly before settling. My gaze dropped to the words inked across my knuckles. MERCY NONE. I don’t regret who I am now. If I had stucked being that helpless boy who wanted the world to love him, maybe I would’ve finally died.

Mercy cut in sharply, “I’ve watched her walk into a room and make everyone turn their heads without even trying. I’ve seen her smile and get anything she wants. She’s silk and sunshine. I’m the one left standing in the background. I’m the one they look at when she’s not around.” Her words sliced the air like glass catching the colored light. Conrad glanced at Sophia’s still body, then back at Mercy. “So you did this because… you’re jealous?” Mercy’s eyes glittered darkly. “Jealousy’s too small a word. Try resentment. Hatred. A hunger to see her broken. I’ve always wondered what she’d look like helpless.” Conrad swallowed. “That’s sick, Mercy. You could have just walked away from her if you h

Mercy says, producing a black handle hunters knife from her cargo pants. I do as I'm told and she turns her back to me, and busies herself with putting cotton wool in some water and grabbing the bottle of whiskey. “So what's the story with you two. One minute I hear you fucking Falon, then next you claiming Beggar's ass, now you with the new girl.” I flinch at the way she says it, sounds fucked up even for me. “She tried to kill my brother,” I say in answer as Mercy turns around and grabs my arm.

I felt like I was finally surrounded by people who actually cared, without secrets or hidden motives. A smile graced my face as I remembered how Scarlett had chosen to go shopping with me as the former alpha and some members oversaw the burning ceremony. "Nova was right; you are a witch." I pulled my lips back into a thin line when Mercy stepped out of the woods, hands pocketed in her navy blue sweats. For the past few days, she had been constantly on my way whenever I was alone, throwing rude remarks here and there. I had managed to ignore her and keep it from Draven at the same time, but I wasn't sure I could continue condoning it.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’ve already handled everything. Don’t worry about Joe. He’s got enough charges to fill a book, and with his sentence, he won’t ever breathe fresh air again.” The sunlight outside was warm and golden. Spring was coming. Under the shade of lush green trees, someone waved at me. “Miss Moore, would you like to go on a walk with me?”