Novel & Cerita Novel Mercy

"Mrs. Mercy, I never thought that everything would be like this. I think about how to be better than the best beyond anything. However, I'm quite used to this, Madam. When I married one of the commanders in one of the palaces, I was also treated like this by the queen, who would have thought that the queen would actually have such a disgusting relationship with my husband. And now that I'm here I feel the same way, it seems like what God has destined for me is something that I really can't imagine, maybe God really wants to see me always humbled and humiliated. That's why I always feel things like this, I feel so very beautiful. Even though I thought that maybe here I would make lots of frie

“Like I said, I’m not here to fight. I only want to understand why.” Mercy’s lips quivered as tears rolled down her cheeks. “I did it to get your attention,” she said quietly. Ken froze for a moment, confused by her words. “You did it to get my attention?” He shook his head slowly. “What, Mercy? Before now, have I ever owed you anything? Do you even know how much I invested in this? You just woke up one day and decided to ruin everything?” Mercy broke down completely, sobbing uncontrollably. “I allowed my emotions to take over me,” she cried. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just wanted you to notice me.”

Emily asked. Mercy sighed audibly and let her hands fall to her side. “It means allowing a person be, without poke-nosing.” She repeated as Emily had always taught her. “And what are you doing?” “But–” Emily hushed her with a finger in the air. “I–” “Beep.” Mercy lowered her head and let out another sigh. She drew nearer and Emily stepped aside, so David would collect his book from her. With Mercy's hand extended to him, David snatched the book from her hand and muttered a 'Stupid girl'.

"I'm a Thorne! We don't erase people. We protect them!" "You protect a mess," the silver text scrolled. "Look at your mother. She is a queen of a ruin. Look at your father. He is a hunter of shadows. Your sister is a child holding the weight of a dying world. I am the Mercy, Cian. I am the one who finally closes the book so the characters can sleep." Old-Cian raised his hand. It was a slow, deliberate movement.

“Enough running. Enough begging. Enough mercy.” Mercy. Thαt word didn’t exist in me αnymore. These people hαd tαken everything from me. They killed my pαrents. They destroyed my life. They mαde me αn orphαn αnd left me broken. They mαde me lose my unborn child. And now‚ they wαnted to tαke my life too. No. Not this time. Mercy wαsn’t α fucking option.

“There will be no mercy.” ------------------------

I stand in the hallway for another long moment, holding a tray of food that’s getting colder by the second and staring at a door that’s not going to open no matter how long I wait. Finally I bend down carefully, minding my knee, and set the tray on the floor right in front of his door where he’ll see it if he comes out. Then I turn and walk away, my limp more pronounced now that I’ve been standing still for so long. ***** The hours between breakfast and late afternoon stretch out endlessly and I don’t know what to do with any of them. I go back upstairs and try to read a book I found in the library but the words blur together and I can’t make myself care about whatever story is happening on

“The first bread you wouldn’t eat because you said you didn’t deserve warm food.” “I don’t,” he ground out, driving an elbow into a man’s throat and hauling him off the ladder, “and you threw the loaf at my head.” “Eat,” she said now, softly, “but eat air.” He swallowed and laughed once, sharp. “Bossy.” “Alive,” she said, and stepped into a new line of men as if she were stepping into a dance she would win. The light flared, precise, cutting weapons free of hands, not hands from arms. Mercy turned martial. Cruelty turned measured.

“That’s how this started. With a kid hiding in a closet watching his parents die.” She walked over to him. Stood close. “I’m sorry that happened to you,” she said. “Don’t be. It made me what I am.” “That doesn’t mean you had to become this.” “Yes it did.” He looked at her. “Because mercy gets you killed. Kindness makes you weak. I learned that at twelve years old and nothing since has proved me wrong.” “I have.” He frowned. “What?” “I’ve shown you kindness. And I’m still alive.” She held his gaze. “Mercy hasn’t made you weaker. It’s made you more human.”

More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)