The Mercies Novels & Stories

She nodded, and the relief on her face was obvious. I studied her for a moment. Money had never been a problem in my family, thanks to my grandmother’s business skills. I could only imagine what it felt like to have debt hanging over your head, affecting your quality of life, and then suddenly having it disappear. The relief and the small smile that appeared on her face made her even prettier. “Thank you, Mr. Torrens... I mean, Albert.” I smiled. “We’re quite a pair of lunatics, aren’t we?”

Charles and Sierra—the so-called obedient children of mine—kept their heads lowered with inscrutable expressions, making it impossible to guess what they were pondering in their minds. In that instant, the injustices I had endured in my past life rushed over me like a tidal wave. I took a deep breath and clenched my fists, my fingernails digging into my palms until they bled. I completely ignored the pain as I tried to force down the overwhelming resentment in my heart.

REINA Mercy, I learned, was not gentle. It did not soothe the soul or lighten the heart the way poets claimed it did. Mercy pressed down on the chest like a stone slab, heavy and unyielding, forcing you to breathe carefully so it did not crush you completely. I felt its weight the moment dawn crept through the tall windows of the castle and I realized that the men who had once broken me would walk freely beneath the same roof as I did.

“Let me speak to her.” I didn’t hesitate. I put the phone on speaker. “Misty?” Amelia called. “Mommy.” Misty’s tiny voice rang out. “When are you coming to take me home?” “Baby, are you okay? Did they hurt you?” Amelia asked quickly. “Don’t worry,” the man’s voice cut in. “She’s fine. For now. But I can’t guarantee how long this… hospitality will last. You have such a beautiful daughter—lovely hair, and a perfect little body. Do you have any idea how much she’d be worth?”

"Celia, I already apologized! I even offered compensation, so don't push this too far! If you let me go today, I promise I won't cause you trouble ever again. Isn't that enough? And besides… we were college classmates. Are you going to be this heartless?" I nearly laughed again. Her words were so ridiculous that it was almost funny. I raised a brow. "Oh? And when you blocked the door, refusing to let me leave, did you not think that was too much? "When you demanded I kneel and be your dog, did you think about our so-called friendship? You showed me no mercy, so why the hell should I forgive you?" Mabel fell silent, her mouth opening and closing, but no words came out. While I spoke, Daniel t

Trinity said with a satisfied smirk, and then she turned serious, pinching her arm suddenly. “Ouch Trinity” She whined with a pout. Trinity gave a friendly glare. “Never leave me on read” She scolded, shoving the powder case back into her purse. She nodded, flashed an apology smile. Speaking of apology she really needed to do that with Hardin. “I messed things up yesterday with Hardin” “I know. It’s my fault sending him over, I’m sorry” “I understand” No she didn’t, it was totally all Trinity’s fault even though not entirely. It was just much fun putting all the blame on Trinity.

Mercy, mercy the heavens They scream They shout Why you don't have hands Just mouth Work on this land Mercy is never heard Aloud From anywhere around From nowhere, it surrounds Earth You know it You disable An able man Fit for work You disable him So much He cannot even work Mercy, Mercy the God God is great You told us many days But problems on Earth Didn't end Didn't end tyranny Seen, unseen Heard, unheard What is human worth? Hey Church What is human worth?

Recognition, again, like the two of us were discovering a shared language without the words for it. “You can’t promise that,” she whispered. “I can promise me,” I said. “That’s all anyone can do.” Mercy appeared behind us, as if she’d stepped out of the air itself. She carried a small pouch at her hip, herbs and needles and other quiet weapons. “Stop,” she said. We stopped. Mercy crouched and pressed her palm to the ground, eyes half-lidded. The gesture looked like prayer until you watched her fingers, the way they traced patterns too deliberate to be reverent.

“Yeah. Me too. One joy is that I’m able to kill myself, and I can stay so until some fool thinks it best not to forgive. And you know these beings are bound by one blood. Different types they may be, but one being made them. Me, see as powerful as I am, yet, I follow the rules. You should too, Susan. Learn to control yourself. Learn to subject your rage, and lust, and your powers would truly serve you. We, after all, are servants to different beings. Mine, I’m certain she may soon be seeking me. I know her call, and she would call when she senses I’ve been gone for long.” Susan nodded. “It is an honour to be in the presence of a master. Truly, I am humbled.” Mercy smiled. “Wait, till you see

Flashback on a day before we captured a wrong girl thinking that she was Diana, we was outside in the thunderstorm, shivering under a dripping tarp, and she wasn’t there just me and my second we suffered that outside of no where just because we wanted to capture Diana for her . Rain soaked through my coat by dawn, and my teeth were chattering when I finally crawled back inside. But Mercy didn’t care. She only cared about Diana, her twisted vendetta, her need to control everything…even the loyalty of those she crushed beneath her stilettos. I wiped mud from my boots and checked my car’s tires….anything to distract myself from that everything that have happened , wicked smile she’d worn when s