Romans & histoires Novel Mercy

"Give it back." He tore the protective charm off, threw it to the ground, and ground it under his heel. "What makes you think anyone would want this piece of trash? I wouldn't want it if Maisie hadn't given it to me." Grandma's kindness and blessings were trampled on just like that. A piece of the protective charm broke off, and the charm's surface was marked with deep scrapes. Anger, grief, and despair exploded within me all at once. I shoved Dash to the ground and punched him again and again until Maisie screamed for us to stop.

"I'm sorry...Alpha Kael, please don't kill me." the maid whimpered weakly, snort escaping her nose. "Have Mercy." she begged. Alpha Kael scoffed. "The word MERCY has never been in my dictionary. Why?...because I only have mercy on those that deserve it. And just so you know, you are alive only because I'm being merciful, but that same mercy I have for you, is slowly slipping away and if I don't hear what I need to hear, consider yourself gone."

I wanted relief from this constant pain in my chest, my heart ached like I was constantly being sliced by a wicked chainsaw. I felt worthless. I was even powerless to give myself death because he'd promised to kill everyone I cared about. Bitterness and the thought of revenge on the man who had done this to me were the only light I saw at the end of the tunnel. Marianna walked into my room, I was awake but she walked towards the window to hoist the curtains causing me to wince aloud, my eyes tearing up as I tried to adjust to the sudden bright lights. "Good morning ma'am! And to our baby on the way!" She announced too excitedly and I fought the urge to snarl at her.

A manual error, a random touch or perhaps the mysterious work of destiny,it was anybody's guess. In the quiet of her own home, Mercy's phone buzzed softly, drawing her attention away from the book she had been trying to lose herself in. With a furrowed brow, she answered the call, she wasn't expecting Percy to call at that hour. Her heart skipped a beat at the familiar voices that drifted through the line, oblivious to her presence. "Brothers?" Mercy murmured to herself, her mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions.The phone slipped down from her hand and fell and shattered as she heard it all. But she couldn't be bothered.

I called out to the monster that birthed me but he just smirked at me, being very careful soonas not be caught by the mafia man. I had no idea why I even tried, but in this moment, I called out to everything and anyone as I was being dragged away but nothing and noone helped me. I was dragged like a heavy bag being carried by a weak person, through the mud and dirt like a dirty rat but I guess that was what I was to everyone. Filthy, useless, a burden and not even human My plea for mercy fell on deaf ears because to them, I didn't deserve it. After being dragged for a little while, my skin was bruised and felt like fire but I had stopped fighting because there was no strength left in me.

“But next time, we do it without letting him decide what makes us wolves. He’s broken, but I didn’t need to break myself to stop him.” Nova stepped up beside me. She didn’t wait for permission, didn’t seek affirmation. She simply joined me at my side and raised her voice so they could all hear. “She didn’t return weaker. She returned cleaner. If we’re to build something that lasts, we can’t keep shedding blood just to prove we’re not prey. Mercy is not forgetting. It’s choosing.”

he smiled sadly Tom Mercy walked in my office fuming pushing her huge tummy first, terrorizing my office “ I want you to be happy I don’t want you to be with me because of pity or because you feel like you owe me, you don’t owe me anything, I did what I did because it made me happy and I love you” I might be calm on the surface but inside my heart and mind are at chaos I don’t know what to do or feel anymore, I am scared, for the first time I am not afraid to admit that I am scared, she deserves to be happy and this is me giving her a chance to chose what she really wants if it me that she wants, she has to make me believe it, words are not enough but actions are “ everybody knows that you

“Time can tolerate a great deal. It tolerates chaos. It tolerates suffering. It tolerates death, endlessly. What it does not tolerate is obstruction.” My stomach tightens. “So I’m an obstruction.” Mercy doesn’t smile. “You’re worse. You are a point it can’t smooth.” I think of the battlefield. Of the wrongness I felt when the moment repeated. Of the way my body seemed to know where it would break before it did. I think of the clock hand pausing. “How do you know,” I ask. Mercy’s eyes flick to Eliza, then back to me. “Because I’ve seen anchors before,” she says. “And I’ve seen what time does to the people who love them.”

Emy gasped as the heat from the strike sank straight into Emy’s core, and a broken moan tore from his throat. “That’s what you want?” Jack growled as he landed another slap on the other side, harder this time. “This is what you’ve been begging for?” Emy nodded, even though his forehead was pressed into the counter. The pain was a key, turning in a lock he’d kept sealed for a decade. It didn’t hurt. It freed instead. It made him feel alive for the first time in years. Jack’s hand left his skin, and Emy heard the rustle of denim. His heart stopped. Then started again, triple-time.

Me. And how did he repay me? By destroying me. By shattering me. By feeding me poison with one hand while caressing me with the other. I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms until I felt the sting of broken skin. Then there was Mercy. My own blood. My cousin. My sister in every way but name. I took her in when she had nowhere to go. I clothed her, fed her, trusted her. And she repaid me by spreading her legs for my husband in my own bed.