His Favorite Target Novels & Stories

Hugo pulled his hand back and shrugged carelessly, slipping back into that lazy, nonchalant attitude of his. "You know what my target's like. Her brain is completely empty, save for her obsession with her first love. It's easier to placate her than it is to placate a three-year-old toddler. Even if I have to stay a few more years, I'll just treat it as a paid vacation."

It was obvious that the female lead mentioned in the comment section was my daughter, Heather Miller, while the male lead's mother and the male lead were Sylvia Lister and Christian Fisher. I could hardly believe that such a cliche, dramatic storyline had actually happened to Heather. It was because of these rumors that she had been cornered by school bullies, her body covered in wounds that were horrifying to see. I couldn't stop my tears from falling. I had never been the kind of person others could push around, and now that I knew who the perpetrators were, I would ensure they paid a heavy price for their deeds.

“Focus on the target if you want to take Jeremy down,” Blinking, I shifted my attention to the target. Then he held the gun with me. His hot breath hit the side of my neck, and Jesus Christ, I loved it. Bang. The sound of the gunshot ripped through the air. The target had been shot, but it didn’t hit the 10 in the middle; it hit 9 beside it. I chuckled, satisfied with my accomplishment even though the only thing I did was ogle at a man. “Will you try shooting now?” he asked.

I said, with my face drawn down as I rested my back on one shelf in the gift aisle. Hazel sighed. “The beauty of one mate,” she said, and I gave her a sharp look. “You’ve been with them for months now, so you have to know. What do they like the most?” she asked, and I raised a brow. “I mean, apart from you,” she added, and I moved away from the shelf. “Ryder loves football, and the others are on the fencing team, but I don’t really…”

I was certain she would resemble her monstrous father, but in a female form. There was no other way to describe David's appearance except as 'monstrous.' The knife scar that ran from his eye down to the right side of his lips made him look ten times worse. From afar, he looked like someone whose face was stepped upon by a galloping horse but up close, you’ll figure out that it was better that he was being stepped on by a horse. He was the epitome of ugliness. Saying that he could win the award for the most unattractive man even though he joined at the last minute was putting it mildly. I often wondered what Sofia saw in him that made her stay, playing the role of an obedient wife so comforta

Vee’s POV I never wanted to be the center of attention. Especially not at the campus coffee shop, where everyone was either trying to look cool or drowning in their own stress with a giant cup of caffeine. But somehow, fate always had a way of throwing me right into the spotlight — usually in the worst possible way. That day, I was on my way to meet a study group when I spotted him. Zay. Standing by the counter, leaning like he owned the place, his trademark cocky smirk firmly in place. The sight of him twisted my stomach into knots — not the kind that faded away easily.

They moved past our hiding spot, close enough that I could smell gun oil and coffee. "Target last seen in sector seven," one said into his radio. "Female, early twenties, accompanied by an injured male. Requesting permission to neutralize the male." My heart stopped. Neutralize. That was such a clean word for murder. The static crackled. Then a voice responded, cold and professional. "Negative. Bring them both alive if possible. The male's bloodline may also be valuable." They wanted Dalton too. Whatever this breeding program was, we were both prizes to be collected. The mercenaries passed, continuing their grid search deeper into the forest.

Back in the real world, I'd been too busy with my studies and career to ever date anyone. After getting bound to the Survival System, it had asked me to choose my own target. Out of all the profiles it showed me, I had fallen for Caroline at first sight. The first time we met had been at the hospital. Her arm was in a cast, and a young boy running down the hallway slammed right into it. Seeing her break out in cold sweat from the pain, I rushed over to check on her. The moment our eyes met, I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest. Her eyes were beautiful. When she looked at me, she looked dazed for a moment.

Before she could figure out who I was, Faris said, "Honey, look, you don't have to explain. He's the boy toy you've been keeping overseas, right? I know you bought this villa for him. "Honestly, I don't have a problem with it. You're such a successful businesswoman. It's only natural for you to keep a little secret lover on the side." Tears welled up in his eyes, and his voice cracked. "I only came here because I wanted to know what you see in him. I can learn, and I can act just like him... if it means you'll love me just a little bit more..." Noelle was visibly moved by his tears. She rose to her feet and drew him into her arms. "What are you on about? I told you that you're the only one I

Ignoring the tears in his eyes, I turned and walked away. A week later, Orion Corp officially went bankrupt and began liquidation. The news was everywhere. By then, I was relaxing on a beach. Keaton had gotten one thing wrong. It was never the Northern Lights I wanted. It was always the ocean. I smiled to myself and took another sip of coconut water. Whether he ever figured that out... Didn't matter anymore.