Novel Mercy Novels & Stories

Or a body. "Silas," I warned, my voice a growl. “I’m not lying,” Ivy cried out. “I was at The Abyss. I ran into the Mercer brothers. Are you happy now?” A long, chilling silence filled the speakers. “The Mercers?” Grant’s tone changed. It wasn't angry anymore. It was... calculating. “You were with Silas Mercer?” “I saw them. We talked. That’s it.” “They are worth billions,” Grant muttered, sounding like he was talking to himself. “And they have history with your family... they have a soft spot for the grieving sister...”

He quieted after a few breaths. Sometimes mercy looked like a man guarding the child of the woman who broke him.Sometimes mercy looked like keeping a boy warm when you wanted the world to burn.

And still I held back, shaking, my teeth hovering at her throat, knowing that one heartbeat more would damn us both. Somewhere, in a softer part of the world, a siren complained about a different man’s mistake. The sound dragged a thread through my hearing that caught on a nail of memory: the boy in the alley the night before, the way his breath had paused when mine continued, the way my mouth had refused to stop until my will had arrived late. I have learned too many sermons to pretend I don’t know the text of this one. Mercy is not nice. Mercy is breaking yourself where it matters to save someone else’s music.

Chapter Twelve. Mercy's POV. I woke up the next morning, my body aching from the previous day's ordeal. Every muscle screamed in protest as I dragged myself out of bed, and my body wasn’t exactly happy with the decisions I was making— or the ones John was making for me.

" I looked around at the faces I had once known so well, now twisted with mockery and scorn. So, this is what our so-called friendship was worth? Did none of them have a shred of loyalty? Were they all this spineless? All I had done was try to leave early because I had something important to do, yet they humiliated me again and again. I didn't care if they called me poor or mocked my clothes. But Mabel? She was so arrogant that she threatened to erase me from existence. Was this what wealth did to people? The richer they got, the colder their hearts became. I had always worked hard, gotten good grades, and treated people with kindness. Even when someone provoked me, I usually just laughed it

" you really , Wesley you have been lying to me ? ." " Loveth it's not what you think , believe me ." Wesley held her shoulder to calm her down . Loveth threw his hands from her shoulder angrily . The pain she had in her eyes were full as fire in an oven , She use to think Wesley will never tell a lie , she saw him a saint and now he had been lying to her all this while making her hate Nicholas more than anything . All her life she has never wanted to die but right now leaving the world for this two men wouldn't hurt at all . They were making her feel irritated and disgusted .

Look, she wanted to spit at his face, wanted to gouge out his stupidly bright eyes for still daring to look at her–look how the tides have turned. She feels herself sneer down at them, sees and tastes blood dripping down, down from her teeth, her mouth bloody and filled with something like meat, it was cold, but it was so delicious, the best she ever had and when she finally opens her mouth to speak, she hears a voice that was her’s but not her’s– “…You don’t deserve mercy.” it remarks. (The man… He has green eyes.) And he chokes out, you call this mercy?

"Let me go! I don't want to go there. I don't want to!" Bianca fell to her knees in front of me and grabbed the hem of my pants with shaking hands. "Please have mercy on me, Anna. I'll never bother you ever again. Please forgive me! "Have you forgotten that we grew up together? I'm willing to do anything as long as you set me free! I mean it! I'll even grovel at your feet for your forgiveness!" Bianca started knocking her forehead against the ground. Fresh blood spurted from the point of impact, but she seemed to be oblivious to the pain and continued knocking her forehead against the floor with all her might.

MIRA Pale light filters through the curtains, touching the edge of the world like a blessing. Jackson sleeps beside me, one arm stretched where I had been. His brow is creased, even in rest. He carries the war into his dreams too. But something in me is different. Quieter, and settled. Seeing everyone happy gives me hope. I sit on the edge of the bed, feeling the weight of my decision lock into place like a final puzzle piece. This doesn’t end with guns. It ends with mercy, it ends with truth, It ends with me. I won’t let this story devour another generation. I won’t let Nora grow up haunted by ghosts she never created.

She could hope in that. The house was silent as she sat there and folded all the letters. Nancy had gone to bed. Penelope tucked the letters safely where no one could see them. She returned the half-empty bottle of wine to the bar and started to head to her room. But the journey, worry, her overthinking, and now the thought of Avenge shadowing her was taking its toll on her. She stood at the threshold of her room to gather her strength together. Before she knew it her feet gave out from under her and she fell to the ground.