Sisters Of Quiet Mercy Novels & Stories

“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 “Your previous partners have withdrawn.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.”

All her dreams and hopes and fantasies are slurped up by those pages. She is the diary's slave. * * * Pastor Lance Green Sister Rachel Leah worked her pussy up and down my cock. She was an ebony beauty, a delicious nun, one of the best the Sisters of Mercy employed. She had taken her vows to heal all with every ounce of her passion. She proved it time and time again.

It was as if she didn't know the right expression to keep. "That's two questions. It's supposed to be one." Brother frowned at her. "Oh." She nervously joined her hands and turned to the others. "So, tell me, is it Dinma?" Max's brother arched a brow at him. "I already broke up with her. We have nothing in common any more." Brother balled his hands into fists as he tried to school his expression. "Let's forget about it." The others chuckled before they continued to spin the bottle. Things went on normally until the bottle landed in front of me. Finally!"

“Seriously, Lana, what the fuck are you doing and who are these women?” I wave my hand toward each woman, “These… are my sisters. Let me introduce you to Death, War and Pestilence.” My sisters’ eyes glow with malice as they circle Bree like sharks circling their prey. Bree’s chest heaves as she looks into my eyes, “Please don’t do this, Lana. You’re my sister, and I love─”

There were tears in Jacqueline’s eyes and relief. “I’ll be your coven sister if you will be mine. I lend you my spirit and power if you lend me yours. Sister to sister, we shall rise together. In the name of the Moon Goddess, we shall avenge those that abuse her gifts and power,” Jacqueline repeated back in awe. Meri held her eyes. “Sister.” “Sister,” her sister-in-law repeated back. Jacqueline’s body settled on the ground. She shakily rolled over to her side. She gently tugged Meri down and they embraced, holding each other. Jacqueline’s body heaved overwhelmed with emotions succumbing to the tears.

He flipped the light bar off, plunging us back into the grey dimness of the storm. "You're getting good at that," he said, his breathing finally beginning to level out. "At what?" "At the 'Dirty' work," Enzo said. I looked down at the Red Ledger. My knuckles were white where I gripped the leather. I wasn't the "Boring" girl who worked for a tech startup anymore. I was the woman who had just blinded a man so her husband could ram a truck. "It says here... 'The Quiet,'" I read, squinting at the page as a neon sign from a passing liquor store illuminated the text. "What is 'The Quiet'?"

We were a moment frozen in time, the weight of the outside world temporarily forgotten. The Announcement And then it happened. The room fell silent. The atmosphere shifted in an instant, like a breath was collectively held. There was a weight to the silence that hadn’t been there a moment ago. I glanced up, following the collective gaze of everyone else in the hall. The sisters had entered. Their entrance was almost ethereal. They were like two shadows of moonlight, identical in every way but for the color of their eyes, one a glowing gold, the other a deep crimson. Their ebony skin and white hair caught the light, their robes shimmering faintly as they walked.