The Book Mercy Novels & Stories

Befriending Mabel seemed a very good idea at first but as Devlin found out, it was harder than it looked. Although he continued giving her flowers and chocolates, she still seemed wary of him. On the day of their promised date, he gave her the book she wanted longingly. She was hesitant at first but when Devlin reminded her that it might not be available again as it was a bestseller, she accepted it graciously by giving him a peck on the cheek which made Devlin’s day. As it was still summer and too hot outside, he took her to the new Al Reem Mall. As they sat in a glass paned balcony overlooking the sea, he asked her what was bothering him for a long time.

She yanked me into a fierce hug, her whole body shuddering with quiet sobs as she kept murmuring, "I came too late. You've been through so much…" I froze at first. Then, slowly, I melted into her arms, letting myself take in the warmth only a mother could offer. I'd prepared myself for this moment. But when it actually happened, the happiness hit me hard along with something deeper, something I couldn't quite pin down. Emma had been Shirley's mother, but now she was mine. I was finally free of Shirley and the system's hold. I should've relished the revenge, but a small pang of guilt crept in when I saw tears running down Emma's face.

It was a reminder of the cruelty that some individuals were capable of. But amidst the challenges and disappointments, there was a flicker of hope. She had managed to save lives, protect the innocent, and witness the resilience of those who had faced unimaginable pain. It fueled her determination to make a difference, to break the cycle of abuse, and to offer a helping hand to those who needed it most.

Red welts marked where her nails had dug in—small, crescent-shaped, already darkening. I pressed my fingers over them gently. So this was what mercy looked like. Not kindness. Not forgiveness. Just pain delivered quietly—where no one else would ever see it. And Sebastian… He had believed her. Because she was smiling. And I was human. ---

I can feel my heartbeat slowing as the weight of the world lifts just a little. And even though Alex annoys the hell out of me most days, right now, I’m grateful. Grateful he came. Grateful I’m alive. As they lift me onto a stretcher, the sound of radios, sirens, and muffled orders swirl around me. And just before the darkness pulls me back under, I whisper a silent prayer of thanks Thank you, God. For sending someone. Third Person POV

"I didn't know what to expect when I met you again but I can tell you you were not supposed to leave this ship alive. But you have a good reason. I'll keep you alive so you can find your redemption." "I know you don't need to hear this but I appreciate it." The Boss shrugged with a grin. "Do you know what the good book says? You find a good woman and you find a good thing but it doesn't happen to all men, find a woman, and your redemption. You are one of the lucky ones. If returning those items will give you peace then by all means help yourself. Although I do confess the Monet is no longer here. It goes on sale in the next few days and I will be bidding. But that doesn't mean that I will go

Order above all. Yet as I watched them prepare, memory surfaced uninvited... A burning village. Bodies everywhere. An alpha who believed compassion made him strong had opened his borders. By dawn, his pack was gone. Mercy killed them faster than any enemy. I learned what the world keeps trying to forget: Kindness without structure is slaughter. “Elara,” I murmured to the wind. “You think you are freeing them.” But freedom is only beautiful from a distance. Up close… it looks like panic.

she said. He smiled faintly. “You notice everything.” “I notice what matters.” Elias hesitated before asking, “Do you believe what Cale said? About mercy?” Seraphina opened her eyes. “Mercy is not forgiveness. It's a choice. To show mercy is to choose to stop the world from becoming what it fears most.” He nodded slowly, committing her words to memory. “I’m writing down what you say. The people listen to you, even when you don’t mean them to.”

It had all been part of a meticulously woven web of lies. "Have you forgotten how my brother-in-law died, Craig? Have you forgotten how I've treated you all these years? Is this how you repay my family?" Uncle Winston hissed. He marched over, grabbed Craig by the collar, and looked as if he wanted to tear him into a thousand pieces. Looking at the burning hatred in everyone's eyes, Craig knew he could no longer defend himself. His legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the floor. The very next second, he crawled toward me, clutched the hem of my pants, and pleaded, "I messed up, Thea. I know I messed up! Can you please forgive me just this once?

“When he rejected me, I held on. I refused. I still feel–feel just a glimmer of what was there. How do I move forward? I can’t accept this! I can’t accept that he’s going to die, and I did nothing.” Her words settle in my chest. The memory of storming back to Endova when I got the news that Ryan was dying rushes back, clouding my senses. I know how she feels because I felt that same fury. That same hurt and desperation. Mercy walks through the door without knocking, Freya close behind. I silently nod for them to come in, having called them through the mind-link for backup a few minutes ago. But Mercy’s face is pale and wan as she allows Freya to skirt past her, carrying an armful of precious