The Book Mercy Novels & Stories

I wondered. “No—” He looked up and saw the book in my hands. He seemed to quickly understand and corrected, “I loan it to friends sometimes though.” I dropped the book and pressed the call button. The stewardess came and I said, “can you throw this out before we take off?” “Of course.” She took the book and walked away. I lifted my eyes to glare at Jacob who was watching me with mild concern. We were quiet until the plane roared to life and started forward.

He looked at me not with anger, but with a cold, devastating pity that made my gut clench. ​"Loyalty is a word that corporate middlemen use to feel secure," he murmured, pulling a manila folder from the top drawer. He didn't open it. He just rested his manicured fingers on the paper. "Seraphina didn't save the Blackwood account out of devotion to the Vance name, Lucian. She saved it because she needed to prove she belonged in rooms her bloodline was never meant to cross." ​"That isn't fair, and you know it." I stood up, the chair scraping sharply against the hardwood floor. I wanted to pace, wanted to break something, but I forced myself to stay grounded behind my chair. "You pushed her int

"It is Mercy. She left Sterling Tower twenty minutes ago. She is in the elevator cage. And boss, she is carrying a portable television, a bag of potato chips, and what appears to be a complete box set of a reality TV show called 'Love Island: Antarctica.'" Jack stared at the comms. "Mercy is three hundred and seventeen years old. How does she know about Love Island?" "She said, and I quote: Ben showed me. It is the most beautifully chaotic thing I have ever witnessed. Also the chip flavor is barbecue." Three minutes later, Mercy Sterling descended into the egg chamber carrying the most important tactical supplies in cosmic history. She set up the portable television on a flat piece of broken

She mumbled. Trinity eyed her suspiciously then glanced at the book pile on the table before them. Trinity frowned a bit. “What’s this?” She asked and picked up the book on top of the book pile. The big note pad with a cover decorated with Sonic the hedgehog pictures. Her eyes moving from Trinity to the book, watched Trinity study the book with keen interest. The failure of her attempts to be more precise. She could imagine Trinity trying to read past her scribblings since she heard the depressing news from Mrs. Caitlyn this morning, trying to make some sense of it.

Weiz in the room surprisingly lifted the atmosphere into a good one, stress free to be exact. "Well that was interesting." I said. Bryson and Mr. Weiz snapped their head to me then laughed. ************************ "Thank you for inviting me to dinner, Bryson. Mercedes outdid herself again." I said leaning on my car. He chuckled, "When she knew that you were coming, she immediately whip out her cook book for your favourite meal." He stepped a little bit closer to me, "She likes you a lot, you know. She was devastated when you left." He said in a low tone.

Susan shook her head, for no matter how powerful she was, she couldn’t read Mercy. “These bad people may never read about us,” Mercy added. “I subject myself to flames, and torture, and from the start, it always makes me laugh because, in the end, I’ll only watch myself heal. Nothing can destroy me. Nothing. Unless God of course.” Mercy returned her gaze to the west. For so long, Susan had silently been in search of Mercy. She never told anyone, but the ageless little girl had been a figure even history couldn’t keep track of. She had called Mercy here, and somehow, Mercy had answered.

Mercy didn’t care about her reasons. “I don’t know how you got passed the warriors but I guess it is because of your disguised scent. Tell me witch, what do you want?” she asked her. “Nothing, just want to take you out of your misery. I have been watching you and I know that you are carrying his pup, well if it is a pup but I can hear its heartbeat is very strong.” Mercy stood up when she mentioned her child, to her this witch could not be trusted and she was not about to let her harm her child, never! She will have to go through her first!

Something the other packs would never offer. Mercy. And this time… I choose to keep it.

"I'm sorry...Alpha Kael, please don't kill me." the maid whimpered weakly, snort escaping her nose. "Have Mercy." she begged. Alpha Kael scoffed. "The word MERCY has never been in my dictionary. Why?...because I only have mercy on those that deserve it. And just so you know, you are alive only because I'm being merciful, but that same mercy I have for you, is slowly slipping away and if I don't hear what I need to hear, consider yourself gone."

"You should go check yourself into a psych ward if you're mentally ill instead of acting like a lunatic here, Christian. Why on earth would I drop the charges? Why should I show her any leniency?" Christian grabbed my arm and said, "If you sign the waiver of prosecution, they'll go easier on Wendy. She's still so young, Yvonne. Do you really want to destroy her life by sending her to prison? "If you forgive her, I'll get back together with you. Wendy could be considered your sister as well. You're the reason she's in this mess, so you need to take some responsibility, Yvonne." I couldn't stand him for another second and slapped him hard across the face. "How could you be this shameless, Chri