Novels by Authoress Mercy.

Minutes passed by, yet Jinx was unable to move—he remained totally speechless, and entirely motionlessly with his jaw dropped. In that position, Leonard walked in, carrying a tray which contained their meals. He met Jinx, looking as pale as a ghost. “Dude, are you okay?” Leonard questioned while placing the tray on the center table. Then again, it seemed like Jinx was oblivious of his presence. Leo proceeded to tap his shoulder multiple times, which did the trick. “Y…yeah?” Jinx stuttered unintentionally as he batted his eyelashes at Leo. “You sure you're okay, dude? You seem somewhat pale. Is it hurting anywhere? Should we go back to the hospital?” he rasped worriedly all at once. It is evident that Leo is distressed—if Jinx is left unattended, he surely won't bother to go to a hospital. For some reason, Jinx despises the hospital with a great passion. He arose slowly from the couch and attempted to walk away, but got held back on the wrist by Leo. “What!” Jinx furrowed his eye

Flickering his eyes weakly yet repeatedly, he finally snapped them open. At first, a sudden pang of tiredness invaded his system, but soon wore off rather quickly. The only sounds he could decipher were the beeping monitor and the slowly dropping pellets of the blood bag which is attached to his wrist via the use of a tube. Moments passed with Jinx ogling blankly at the ceiling, with literally no thoughts going through his head. He has absolutely no recollection of whatever occurred recently or why he's even laying on the hospital bed. Gently yet slowly, he arose from the bed without feeling even the slightest of pain. While he sat upright with his eyes lazily roaming around the room, the door got pushed open, and Lionel stepped in. He couldn't stop himself from smiling broadly, seeing Jinx conscious. “Mr. Armstrong. I'm so glad that you're awake!” Lionel beamed, as he advanced. Sluggishly, Jinx gazed at him—he furrowed his eyebrows silently yet doubtfully, since he's never seen th

Never, for once, had he imagined something as gruesome as this would happen to him. His eyes trembled in their sockets while gaping at Marie fearfully. Jinx at that moment was overwhelmed with fear and his body shivered violently like a drenched cat. Marie, on the other hand, didn't seem concerned about his fearful gaze—after all, he is going to die tonight in a short while. “Delicious!” she gushed satisfactorily as she took a bite from the fleshy, hot and bloody organ. “You're… the serial killer?” Jinx asked faintly with blood accompanying his every word. He winced silently in pain; his body feels too feeble to cry for help—his eyes are getting drowsy, and he's aware he'll pass out any moment for now. Then again, Jinx didn't want to die; he can't die here, not in this way. Marie, done devouring his kidney, ran her slimy tongue all over her stained lips. “Yeah. Surprised, Mr. Armstrong?” she smiled widely but lethally. “You don't have to answer that, you're going to die soon anyway

“Where is Jinx, for fuck’ sake!” he couldn't help but scream in desperation. Presently, he's wandering aimlessly in the club, hoping to spot Jinx at the cellar or anywhere. It's been half an hour since he disclosed the club's location, yet he can't find Jinx. Leonard, exhausted, went over to the cellar and settled on the high stool. He brought out his cell phone and, once more, dialed Jinx's number, only for the call to go straight into voicemail. “Oh fuck this” he mumbled angrily. The bartender narrowed his eyebrows at the cussing young man. “Something bothering you, pretty boy? A bottle of tequila might help” he said suggestively. Leonard sighed, then placed his cellphone on the table. “Nah. I ain't in the mood, I'm too worried about my friend. I told the fucker to get his ass down here, but I can't find him. Tch! That's the problem with introverts” he added with a light scoff. “A friend? And he's an introvert?” The bartender paused, recollecting the dazed young man he served ea

He dialed her number again for the eleventh time, only for the call to go into voicemail. To simply say, Jinx's getting frustrated. He tossed the phone carelessly on the bed as he stood up. “What the hell is wrong with Jessica?” he grunted with his fingers dipped into his hair—it's been a week since he last saw his girlfriend. As absurd as it may sound, she's yet to call him. Despite how much research he's made about her whereabouts, Jessica can't be found. While he contemplated hard about his girlfriend, the blaring ringing of his cellphone got his attention. With high hopes that it'll be a call from his beloved, he reached for it speedily. Jinx's ray of hope dissipated the instant he stared at Leo's caller ID. He gritted lowly. “What the fuck do you want?” he snapped irritatingly. At the other end, Leo's scoff of dissatisfaction was heard. “I had an idea you'll act like a total d×ck head because of Jessica, but still have some respect for my dumbass!”“What do you want, Leonardo

Flipping to the next page of his book, he smiled happily due to the immense joy he deprived in reading a good book. If there's anything he loves more than tranquility and his girlfriend Jessica, then it's reading a book. Without diverting his gaze from the pages, he sipped lightly from the cup of espresso that's in his possession. Jinx, engrossed in reading while sipping coffee, had grown oblivious of his surroundings—including his best friend, Leonard, who's seated across from him. “Dude!” Leo had grown angry since he's been ignored by Jinx for far too long. Swiftly, he snatched the book from Jinx's grip, and that brought him back to life. “Leo?” Jinx growled, seemingly pissed off. “Don't give me that look, you bastard. I've been talking to you for almost an hour, yet you didn't reply. If you want to read, do it at home, not in a goddamn café!” he snapped afterward. Exchanging words with Leonard is simply fruitless, so Jinx sighed softly as he leaned backwards on the chair. “And

The hate in the glares they shot at her made the room overly suffocating for Marianna to breathe properly. Asides from the shaman who gawked at her in a somewhat pitiful way, the rest glared maliciously at her. Luna Ren retained her stance, and towered superiorly over a very unsettled Marianna. How…did they think she would take that type of suggestion?Although they might find her existence meaningless, Marianna loved living – how would she possibly give up her life just for Mariah! The same Mariah who never hesitated to treat her spitefully. With her eyes lowered, she was oblivious of how furiously Luna Ren gawked at her. In the next moment, Marianna had a handful of her soaked hair gripped firmly by Ren. So callous was the Luna that she literally pulled her hair brutally – one might think she desired to rip it off Marianna's scalp. “Your highness, please!” Marianna's timid voice cried out for mercy, yet Ren maintenanced her tight grip. Marianna tearfully gazed at Ren, who seemed

With every second that passed, the cold rain droplets fell relentlessly on Marianna and the chilliness in the air endlessly penetrated the spores of her skin. Perhaps, the coldness she felt didn't allow her conscious to properly rest well. Some minutes certainly had passed when Marianna's eyelashes began to twitch feebly. She could barely open her eyes fully due to the repeated drops of rain that invaded her eyes. Instantaneously, she shivered uncontrollably once she realized she laid in the heavy downpour. Sharply yet staggeringly, Marianna arose from the tarred ground. A head – splitting headache invaded her head as soon as she arose. A grunt of agony erupted from those chapped and blue lips of hers when she placed her trembling hand on the side of her head. As expected, the fall thrived in making her bleed. She could care less about that right now, since her major concern was getting back home. Marianna, however, found it virtually impossible – sure, the distance wasn't that l

That morning, she woke up with the usual excruciating pains that coursed through every inch of her body. From her facial countenance, it was evident her system was overly winded, yet she stood up weakly from the tattered mat. Marianna, weakened and almost at the point of losing consciousness due to her drained body, received a loud bang on the door. Whosoever that knocked was rather impatiently furious, since the knocks caused the fragile door to shake tremendously. Sharply, she moved towards the door, grabbed the doorknob then pulled it backwards, only for Mariah's face to be revealed. Mariah, her very own twin sister, had a deep frown lingering on her lips.“Mariah, good morning” Came a hush from Marianna as she pulled up a fake smile. Her response was rather hostile. “What's so good about the freaking morning when my clothes are yet to be washed, Marianna! What's good about it!” she rasped rather harshly with her eyes hatefully glaring at Marianna. Although they were birthed