Novel & Cerita The Mercies

he says. I sit up right and stand dusting invisible lint off my jacket, great here comes the fun part. I motion Marco forward, “Surely you taught your son that nothing comes free in life”. Marco clears his throat and looks towards his children, his expression grim and tone deep when he says, “In return of Roman’s gracious decision we will need to pay it back” his voice fills with deep remorse when he turns towards Elena and says, “You will be marrying Roman Russo”.

“I want to walk you through it so there are no surprises.” My hands are still in my lap. I don’t reach for it, just stare at the folder. “The position is live-in,” she continues. “But I’m willing to be flexible. Four days a week at the estate. Three days you’re free to maintain your work at the hospital, your personal life, whatever you need. I understand you have family obligations.” I blink. “How did you know I—” “I did my research, Miss Brennan.” She opens the folder. Slides a sheet of paper toward me. “Your mother is a patient at St. Mercy’s. Stage four cancer. Surgery scheduled for…” She glances at the paper. “Well. Pending funding, I assume.”

Mercy says: " we have to learn to live with each other , besides she is a good person , she did not chose to be born in a poor family wealth is not the definition of people but how they treat each other " ' Am tired with these lectures of yours , everytime you stand out for these wretched human beings who do not deserve to be pitied' her friends adds . ' I think you should look for her and be her friend , we can't go on like this when all the time you are scolding me " she concludes and stands up to leave . Mercy does not chase after but only looks at her with contempt .she feels this friendship should as well end because , this friend of her is very arrogant and full of herself . She reca

“This is my daughter, Ellis.” A baby had been named after her. Merc told his own story next, how he had joined the Purists in outrage over what seemed to be happening in his church and he had believed Mitch when he said Ellis had given birth to the children of someone other than the Emperor. Merc had not had a religious epiphany when Ellis knelt next to him and carefully dabbed at his wound, but he had been moved by her compassion, moved that she would run through a mob, barefoot on the icy, rough ground, to help someone who had just been screaming slurs at her. He ended by repeating his statement that if she wasn't a Goddess herself, she was certainly a gift from Her.

If he was searching for the misery in my soul, then I guessed he would find it, along with my resignation. "Just k__kill me already." My voice had no soul. I had already come to the fact that I was going to die, there was no need for him to prolong it. A smile crossed his face, but it lacked life. " Beg me for mercy, I might just spare your life." Was he taunting me? He believed fully well that I was Ethan's partner in crime, why would he want to spare me? "Beg me!" He commanded, his voice striking like a whip.

"My Alpha is showing you mercy. More mercy than you deserve." My stomach twisted at the warning hidden in his voice. Mercy? I scoff inwardly. What's mercy? Death sounds fucking preferable to the mess I'm living in. What does he know about mercy, anyway? Mercy by treating me like trash? Like I don't exist? Like I'm some fucking tool he can use and toss aside whenever he feels like it? Is that what mercy is supposed to mean now? I didn't back down. I squared my shoulders, feeling every inch of anger, heartbreak, and betrayal burning just beneath my skin.

"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."

Mercy hopped up and let the room service in, a tray laden with coffee and pastries. She handed a cup to Jake, who sat up eagerly. “Okay, you’ve got my attention. Start talking.”Mercy took a sip of her coffee, savoring it. “Alright, so here’s the deal. We’ve got a big day ahead, but I’m not giving away all the surprises.” Jake raised an eyebrow. “Surprises? Mercy, you know I hate surprises.”Mercy grinned. “Yeah, but you love my surprises. Just trust me on this. We’re going to the art gallery first thing. Then we’ve got a few more stops.”

And still I held back, shaking, my teeth hovering at her throat, knowing that one heartbeat more would damn us both. Somewhere, in a softer part of the world, a siren complained about a different man’s mistake. The sound dragged a thread through my hearing that caught on a nail of memory: the boy in the alley the night before, the way his breath had paused when mine continued, the way my mouth had refused to stop until my will had arrived late. I have learned too many sermons to pretend I don’t know the text of this one. Mercy is not nice. Mercy is breaking yourself where it matters to save someone else’s music.