Sisters Of Quiet Mercy Novels & Stories

Ari pointed out. “You sure you’re not related?” Gia asked with a smirk as Ari punched her in the arm. “Ow.” She pouted. “Some prophetic warriors.” I laughed. They passed the prophecy that was in a way a curse down through pixie bloodlines. It told of five sisters who could control an element to the point of becoming the element itself, but the more powerful the ability, the more debilitating the side-effect. Like my migraines and vision loss. Five sisters who would stop a great evil that was trying to destroy the mythological realm and connect it to the human one. The sisters are suspected of hiding the key to the human realm. The key, when used, could cause a rift between our realm and thei

I mutter under my breath. For a moment, the car is silent. I heave a sigh of relief, and glance up at my sister. She's busy with her phone, not bothering to look up from the screen. I guess that's what is keeping them so quiet this time around. I hope they'll stay silent like this until we reach our college.

Cared about his friends, she said. If Henry learned that Jake took care of his wife so much that she was pregnant with his baby, he might be so angry that he would end up crawling out of his grave to kill Jake. When I said nothing, Winnie gave me a fearful look. “Luna, are you still angry at me and Jake? I really just want a baby of my own. I’m just too lonely and scared alone.” As if she had just been bullied, Winnie started sobbing. Quickly, Gertrude grabbed some tissues for her to wipe her tears before glaring at me.

Sneaking around for secret rendezvous was not exactly her forte; it was eating at her conscience. The fact that the man she was meeting was her husband's so-called brother made it even harder for Elaine to come to terms with. Guilt gnawed at her, filling her with regret. Stephen's grip on her wrist tightened, leaving a faint red mark on her pale, delicate skin. "The walls are thick here," Stephen said to reassure her. "He won't hear a thing."

“Mercy? I’ll give you something better.” Her fingers reached my sex—already slick, swollen from the mere whisper of her presence. She parted my folds with two claws, careful not to scratch, and dipped inside me slowly. I gripped the pew in front of me, knuckles white, pretending to steady myself for prayer. The sister beside me glanced over briefly, but saw only piety in my flushed cheeks and bowed head.

“The one who broke her promise first was you. I told you I’d make you Luna and make sure your child was born safely, but what you should never have done was plot against Lianne.” A flicker of panic flashed in Chloe’s eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Everything I did… Wasn’t it all with your silent approval?” Harry ordered his men to throw her out of the estate. “I was wrong to indulge you again and again, but that doesn’t make you innocent. From today onward, the Fangtooth Pack is cutting ties with the Blackmoon Pack. From now on, we’re enemies.” Fear finally showed in Chloe’s eyes.

In the deserted room, Jocelyn's eyes brimmed with tears as she said, "Tessa is deliberately taunting me! Didn't you hear her? She's trying to shame me!" Eric's voice was gentle, trying to calm her. "I don't think she meant it like that. Don't read too much into it." "You're taking her side?" Jocelyn's voice spiked, her words laced with a whiny defiance. "Then maybe you shouldn't be with me at all!" Eric's alarm was instant. He reached for her hand, desperate. "That's not it at all. You're what matters. You're the only one for me."

Not softer. If anything, Ivy Ellis was holding herself together with everything in her, and it showed in the smallest ways. The tension in her shoulders. The careful way she chose her words. The fire in her eyes that refused to dim, even now. Especially now. I liked it. I had no use for someone who would crumble under pressure. “You’ve exhausted your options,” I said calmly. “Your previous partners have withdrawn. Your creditors are preparing to move. And within the next seventy-two hours, your company’s financial state will become public knowledge.”

As he eats dinner cooked by his mother, he is so hard. So ready. It's all he can think about as he eats his peas and chicken with gravy. His stomach is churning as he cleans his plate. His sister is looking at a flyer for a group of girls who do volunteer work. They called themselves the Sisters of Mercy. Not nuns, just some good girls wanting to help out. They were said to bring a smile of relief to everyone they visited, but that's a story for another day.

"No, you’re not my mother, the woman who raised me would never do something like that, would never endanger the life of my friend or an innocent child." "God, you’re boring." Agnes got back on her knees. "That was just a part, just like me pretending I couldn’t do magic, I just wanted to win the sympathy of the two of you. "Awnn poor Agnes, she can conjure no element," you’re pathetic and Bridget is a waste, so much power in the hands of such a dumb person." “Tell me how they are sisters?" Quanah growled at our silence. Kalina’s shadows rose by her feet until reached her hip and she began to scream in pain.