The Mercies Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

"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 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 ★

M•Ï•A͙ (ᴍᴇʀᴄɪʟᴇss ɪs ᴀ𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮) Season 2 Sequence 11 ____________________________________________ Desmond's POV "Did you just say mercy?" I asked. " yes" she replied. " woww, what a coincidence" I muttered as I continued driving. I decided not to take them to Hanford City because there will be alot of dangers for them.

Emily asked. Mercy sighed audibly and let her hands fall to her side. “It means allowing a person be, without poke-nosing.” She repeated as Emily had always taught her. “And what are you doing?” “But–” Emily hushed her with a finger in the air. “I–” “Beep.” Mercy lowered her head and let out another sigh. She drew nearer and Emily stepped aside, so David would collect his book from her. With Mercy's hand extended to him, David snatched the book from her hand and muttered a 'Stupid girl'.

Mercy Mercy was glad to see Isabella. She was so kind and refreshing. She’d brought Mercy some clean clothes and made sure she was able to take a shower without any help. She’d also brought her a snack, which was great, even though Cleo had brought her a full breakfast. Mercy felt like her stomach was turning inside out, she was so hungry. Now, she was sitting on the bed, feeling comfy in a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. They smelled like flowers and fresh cotton and made her skin feel all soft and snuggly. There was something going on with her hair, though, and it was bothering her almost as much as the fact that she couldn’t remember anything. The urge to flip her hair back over her sho

The audio feed from the lobby desk crackled to life through my phone's speaker, bringing the clear, icy tone of her voice straight into the pitch-black quiet of the studio: "Inform Mr. Vance that Sterling Heritage Capital is here for the acquisition board meeting," she said softly, her lips curving into a slow, devastating smile. "Tell him Seraphina Sterling has arrived."

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.