Sisters Of Quiet Mercy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The clinic always felt too quiet in the mornings, as if silence seeped down from the ceiling tiles and settled over everything. Lola Smith could hear the hum of the lights, the slow whir of the automatic doors, even the soft scrape of her own shoes across the polished floor. She didn’t mind the quiet, not really. But on certain days, when her thoughts were too loud, she wished for more noise—anything to drown out the feeling that her life was idling in neutral.

I wanted to take it with me, to bury these ridiculous seven years for good. The office was pitch-dark, except for the light still on in the CEO's office. Wanting to say a final goodbye to Chelsea, I walked up to the door and reached for the handle. That was when I heard her voice, trembling with tears and something indistinct underneath. "Donald, don't. We can't do this…" My hand froze in midair.

Matilda I blink before I immediately turn to look at my sister. My sister inhales as she holds me tightly but she doesn't stop crying. “Are you making fun of my suicide attempt? I would have never thought you could see my suicide and depression as an object of ridicule.” “What is Grace talking about, Seraphina?” Dad now asks my sister and I feel that my sister is scared and feels that everyone is now going against her.

The one with bright red lips and a fan in her hand said cheerfully. “Nice meeting you.” I said and she hugged me tightly before saying, “I'm Ruby by the way.” I nodded and the other sister dressed in black cloak said in a low husky voice, “I'm Alnus.” “Nice to meet you.” “I'm Jacinth.” The sister with long lashes said while staring at me with a dangerous glint in her eyes. “Hello sister, my name is Grace. I wish you enjoy working with us.” The one with blonde hair and sunlight dress said calmly.

He hugged her tightly and said, "Big sister, I hope you can be happy." This sentence came from the bottom of his heart. In the Ann family, although Annani doted on her, he did not have much time to accompany her because of his work. Therefore, those trivial things naturally fell on quiet. In the eyes of outsiders, Silence was a strong and independent strong woman. She gave people a feeling that strangers were not allowed to enter. But in front of peace, these things disappeared after that, only her sister's concern, love, care, and gentle side. This was also the reason why peace relied on peace so much on peace.

The casual justification. My vision blurred at the edges. Serenity’s pale face flickered in my mind—her quiet strength even after her own mother had tried to bury her alive and cursed her with dark magic that stole every misfortune meant for others. Earnest’s weary eyes when he spoke of his murdered brother. The hope she had given me despite everything. And now my own sister had treated her like nothing more than a living, breathing blood bag. “Son… don’t read it. It’s nonsense. It means nothing—” my mother pleaded.

His voice vibrated against my skin, low and laced with a murderous intent that made the air in the grand dining hall grow instantly thin. Over his broad, towering shoulder, Victoria stood like an elegant statue of execution. Her eyes were unblinking, her fingers still poised near her throat in that silent promise. Her brother and sister sat perfectly still, their faces clear of any guilt, waiting for me to pull the pin on the grenade.

The hall stretches long and narrow, candles lining the walls, their flames completely still. They’re waiting. The Silent Brothers stand at the far end. There are five of them. All tall. Too tall. Wrapped in dark robes that brush the floor. Their faces are… wrong. Eyes sewn shut with thick black thread. Mouths sealed the same way. Yet when they speak, we hear them. Not with our ears. Inside our heads. You have come seeking sight. Ezra stiffens beside me. “Yes,” I say. My voice echoes too loudly. “We’re looking for a woman who was taken. We need her location.”

Her sister had only said that their parents were gone. Serenity’s mind went black, and then the world started spinning. By the time she came to, Serenity was staring at her sister’s tearful face. She slid her hand across her face only to find that she was in tears just like her sister. “Liberty.” Serenity embraced her sister and choked in between sobs. “Let it out, Liberty. You’ll feel better after letting it all out.” It was not easy for the sisters to get where they were today. They thought they could finally live a stable life, but God had other plans for Liberty.

The air was thick, warm, and carried a cacophony of muffled sounds—moans, the slap of flesh, soft, jazzy music, and the clink of glass. Before I could process it, I saw the others. Six sisters, including Sister Catherine. Our eyes met, and a jolt of recognition, of shared, terrified complicity, passed between us. She was the one I had spied on who was with Grace, the one whose own cries of pleasure I had secretly witnessed. Her face was beautiful and pale, but her eyes were wide, dark pools of the same fearful arousal that clawed at my own throat. We were all here. The chosen. The horny. Mother Superior led us towards a massive, sound-proofed door that looked like it belonged in a cinema. Sh