Novel Mercy Novels & Stories

"You're Jason Leigh, right? Human resources informed me that you're only a high school graduate. Do you really understand all this?" "I used to be a mercenary," I corrected him in a calm but clear voice. Tony was taken aback, but he quickly laughed out loud. His laugh was so loud that it echoed throughout the workshop. The people standing next to him laughed along. "What's a mercenary doing here as a stockkeeper? Who would believe you, Leigh?"

Nostalgia was eating me up, and I’d forced myself to move further to the gates. “I’m here for Mrs. Sinclair,” I muttered to the security guard after he’d asked for my name. “I’m Jordyn Mercer. ‘’ “You mean, Lady Vanessa.” Lady Vanessa… I should have known she’d taken that title after their wedding. Yet something about hearing it ripped my heart apart. Wearing a small smile, I nodded, trying to act sane without showing the slightest emotion of how I truly felt inside. “Sure.” The sturdy man glanced at me again, his eyes dragging down my figure as he stood inside the gates, leaving me out.

"You should go check yourself into a psych ward if you're mentally ill instead of acting like a lunatic here, Christian. Why on earth would I drop the charges? Why should I show her any leniency?" Christian grabbed my arm and said, "If you sign the waiver of prosecution, they'll go easier on Wendy. She's still so young, Yvonne. Do you really want to destroy her life by sending her to prison? "If you forgive her, I'll get back together with you. Wendy could be considered your sister as well. You're the reason she's in this mess, so you need to take some responsibility, Yvonne." I couldn't stand him for another second and slapped him hard across the face. "How could you be this shameless, Chri

The crowd dispersed as interested participants trickled into the next compartment. Out of nowhere, Clara’s happy face jumped into view. "Hey, you” She smiled, her eyes twinkling behind the purple hue surrounding them. She was partyborn, a stark contrast to the rummage that sat in her stomach. She wanted nothing more than to go back home. She looked down at what was in her hand. Its tip was golden sparks of fur.

REINA Mercy, I learned, was not gentle. It did not soothe the soul or lighten the heart the way poets claimed it did. Mercy pressed down on the chest like a stone slab, heavy and unyielding, forcing you to breathe carefully so it did not crush you completely. I felt its weight the moment dawn crept through the tall windows of the castle and I realized that the men who had once broken me would walk freely beneath the same roof as I did.

Isabel stepped out of the car the moment it stopped and barely waited for the driver to say a word. She walked fast up the front steps, bag still over her shoulder, and knocked once. The door swung open quicker than expected. Mercy stood there in an oversized hoodie and socks, brows raised, mouth slightly open. "Wait, you actually came?" she said, stunned. Isabel dropped her bag beside the doorway and pulled her into a hug without answering. Mercy hugged her back instantly. “Okay, who do I kill?”

The once ardent affection gradually faded until it was all but gone. Finally, he saw Serena's name written in the diary. The sight of it made his heart bleed. "Kevin, I hate you." It was just four words, but Henley had poured immense strength into writing them. The ink had bled through the page. They carried the full weight of her hatred toward him. He realized belatedly that even on the day his flight had nearly crashed, Henley had been there. There came a sudden knock on the door. When he opened it, he saw the woman standing outside was the same female manager from the other day when he went to the sales office.

I used the last strength left in me to try to beg for mercy. No one came to my rescue still. I was on my knees with my head placed on the door with tears sliding down my cheeks. I couldn’t do anything about my situation. All I wanted was some life, but even that Papa deprived me of it. All I wanted was to have a life where I could move around without the fear of being kidnapped or even killed just because of the sins of my father.

She crossed her arms over her chest in a humph. “What are you doing here?” Jonathan asked. “I told you. I came to audition. This program – it sounds…exciting.” Mercy’s voice was high and tight, the way it always sounded when she was lying. She was hiding something, and Jonathan knew it. “Mercy,” he said softly. “Is everything okay? Back home I mean?” Mercy cast her eyes down to the floor and shook her head. “I just…I can’t stop thinking about him. Locked up in that cage. The black bracelet. He kept it all those years.”

Maybe losing her was the only way to wake me up, to pull me from the abyss of sin and violence I’d been drowning in for so long. Mercy believed in God’s love, in His mercy. She believed that if we repented, if we turned to him, we could be forgiven. That we could be saved. I never would have repented without her. Without losing her. She was my mercy, in every sense of the word. “I’m not letting you go,” I whisper fiercely, my arms tightening around her. “I’m never letting you go.”