Sisters Of Quiet Mercy Novels & Stories

"Silence!" They were suddenly interrupted by the harsh voice of mother Felicia, the Abbess, from above. She was actually referring to all the nuns. Dead silence immediately engulfed the hall as Mother Felicia with Gladys standing right behind her, appeared on one of the small balconies above overlooking the dining room. She placed her chubby hands on the concrete banister and stared down at the women with solemn eyes. "I am sorry to announce that we have just lost four of our sisters! Sister Ann, Sister Megan, Sister Louis and Sister Pat." She announced, her voice devoid of any feeling of sympathy nor grief.

And there, trapped at the center of the chamber, knelt three women. The Triad Sisters. Their silver hair was dull. Their skin was marked with bruises and spell burns. Dark Obsidaris chains gripped their wrists, ankles, even their throats. Their eyes glowed faintly, flickering like dying stars. They were suffering. Truly suffering. Their pain pressed on me like a heavy weight. I tried to step closer, one step, then another, but the chains shined, and a shadow rose behind them. Silas. He turned toward me, his eyes red with rage...

Ezekiel's eyes widened in shock, and Rebecca quickly stepped between us. With an aggrieved tone, she said, "Maisie, if you don't want to, that's fine. Don't make things harder for Ezekiel. I'll go to the hospital right now and end the pregnancy!" Her tone was so determined that Ezekiel immediately wrapped his arms around her waist. However, the look he gave me was cold enough to send chills down my spine. "Maisie Shaffer, Rebecca is your sister. Do you really have to push her this far?!"

It felt like a thousand needles were pricking her heart, the pain leaving her breathless. "Jen, please. Help me." Alfred's cry yanked her back to there and then, and Jennifer's face was a mix of emotions as she turned to us and said, "Ms. Smith, you might be influential, but isn't it a bit low to use it to pick on my secretary out of spite?" Suddenly, Sienna charged forward, jabbing a finger at Alfred, her voice dripping with dissatisfaction. "This man started it by picking on my father! He tossed his bracelet and was about to slap him!"

"Mom, Dad, this is my friend, Fiona. Her staff dorm is being renovated, so she's gonna stay with us for a few days." My sister, Judy Floyd's, voice crashed over the room like thunder. I looked up. Judy was bouncing with excitement as she introduced her friend, Fiona Shepard, to my parents. Fiona was a young woman with a cool, slightly embarrassed face. "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Floyd. I'm Fiona. Thank you so much for having me. I honestly didn't know where I'd go."

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.