The Mercies Novels & Stories

Mercy says as she finishes up Whisp's make-up. Mercy and Whisp are both in leather pants and lace tops. Whisp is wearing a metallic lace blue vest that is loose but see thru. Mercy has on a tight red and black top that has small pieces of material around her ample breast, showing her cleavage. “Why do you feel it necessary to open your mouth and talk shit that doesn't concern you,” After says as she glares at Mercy.

Tied to its leg was a note. Damien untied it and handed it to me. A note written in Russian. «Милосердие , это клинок. Тот, кто его не проявляет, найдёт богов глухими к молитвам , пока истекает кровью.» The words carved themselves into my brain, colder than the barrel of a gun. “Mercy is a blade. He who shows none will find the gods deaf when he prays, as he bleeds.”

"So this is where you've been hiding! Pay up, now!" The old apartment building had paper-thin walls, and the debt collectors heard the racket. Without hesitation, they stormed upstairs and beat Zach to a pulp. "Please, I'm begging you, spare me," Zach stammered, his whole body shaking. "I've got money. I swear. My girlfriend's the Zeller heiress. Give me some time, and I'll get you the money…"

"You're Jason Leigh, right? Human resources informed me that you're only a high school graduate. Do you really understand all this?" "I used to be a mercenary," I corrected him in a calm but clear voice. Tony was taken aback, but he quickly laughed out loud. His laugh was so loud that it echoed throughout the workshop. The people standing next to him laughed along. "What's a mercenary doing here as a stockkeeper? Who would believe you, Leigh?"

“That depends on your performance. But yes, I would rather not resort to such underhanded means.” Her eyes went wide. “That means you’re not leaving out that option entirely!” “My dear, if a man’s career is at stake, he must do what he needs to do in order to protect it. I have not worked hard for this long to throw it all away just because of useless things like ‘mercy’ and ‘humanism’.” He waved her away. “Now, you may leave. I will stay here for a while to make further arrangements.” * * * Camille went home that day with a troubled mind.

Anthea looked confused. “For everything. I want to take this time to apologise to you for the wrongs I did to you. I want to apologise for all the sins I committed against you, knowingly or unknowingly. I didn't know it would turn out like that.” Amalia choked on her emotions as she tried to apologise for the mistake she committed years ago.

That iciness in his voice, in his aura like as if he was holding back the whole time, came pouring out like heavy rains on them. Mercy? He wasn't gonna give mercy to the exact people who took it from him. He was gonna make them feel the heat of their transactions, their bloody decisions until their body gives out and even their soul begs for the exact same thing they took. ★ La misericordia non era per i malvagi ★

I, however, remained silent, my head bowed, my heart a battlefield of conflicting emotions. Those words, "Forgive me, my audacity/My lady, I hope you understand," hit me like a physical blow. I knew, deep down, that the song was meant for me. I wasn't numb, I couldn't be, not after what had transpired between us. The vulnerability in his voice, the longing in his lyrics, resonated with the turmoil within me.

“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?”

" I looked around at the faces I had once known so well, now twisted with mockery and scorn. So, this is what our so-called friendship was worth? Did none of them have a shred of loyalty? Were they all this spineless? All I had done was try to leave early because I had something important to do, yet they humiliated me again and again. I didn't care if they called me poor or mocked my clothes. But Mabel? She was so arrogant that she threatened to erase me from existence. Was this what wealth did to people? The richer they got, the colder their hearts became. I had always worked hard, gotten good grades, and treated people with kindness. Even when someone provoked me, I usually just laughed it