His Favorite Target Novels & Stories

“Where are we?” He swallows, takes a sip of water. “This is Zenith Park. It’s one of my favourite spots in the city.” “How many favourite spots do you even have?” I ask, half teasing. “Three… maybe four. I can’t really say. I’m still exploring.” “Oh.” He gives me his full attention then, eyes steady and curious. “What about you? Do you have a favorite spot?” I smile as I think it over. “Yeah. The zoo.”

It's the third year of our secret marriage, and there are still only three pairs of indoor slippers in the shoe cabinet—a pair for my wife, Renee Hickman, a pair for her friend, Penny Falcon, and a pair for her student, Aspen Frost. However, mine's not there. I look at the disposable indoor slippers Renee hands me and ask flatly, "Where are the cotton slippers that I bought?" She doesn't even look at me as she replies, "I threw them away before they came here." I reply with a grunt. Suppressing the bitterness rising in my chest, I ask casually, "Did Aspen come along this time too?" "No." She's lying. I know that because Aspen just sent me a taunting text message earlier. "I actually f

ARE YOU TRYING TO MESS WITH ME BUDDY, YOU KNOW THOSE TWO ARE MY LEAST FAVOURITE, THEY ALWAYS PISS THE FUCK OUT OF ME'). I frowned 'You know that one of them is my sister right?'. ('I KNOW THAT BUT I COULDN'T CARE LESS, NOW AS I WAS SAYING..........AND YOU DON'T YOU DARE INTERRUPT ME AGAIN.......HUNTER IS MY FAVORITE BECAUSE OF SO MANY REASONS: 1. HIS THE ONLY ONE IN THIS HOUSE THAT KNOWS I EXIST EXCLUDING YOU AND I REALLY WISH THE BOTH OF US COULD SIT DOWN AND DISCUSS LIKE REAL MEN BUT YOU NEVER LET ME TAKE OVER.

He hesitated, “I mean thinking about what you said and bought something sober.” “No, I really love it even though I’m not someone you should be taking car advice from but I’ve always admired Ferrari’s. They are undoubtedly the best!” I told him. “Well then, want to ride shotgun?” he asked me. I shook my head and pointed at Mari, “I’m sure she will have more fun riding in front if we’re going with you today.” “Of course you are,” he scoffed, “At least this whole week and you have dibs on it whenever you can spare time for me instead of riding with Mari every day.

Makakita lang nang nambash sa kaniya ay susunod na rin ito! Mas nainis pa siya nang nalamang ang kalaban niya ay isa sa mga pinakaayaw niyang streamer kaya iyon talaga ang target niya sa laro. And just like other snipers, his spots are always so predictable! For long-range users, she already knows where he’s going to be already. At high places and windows where their back is open, talagang hindi nito aasahan na manggagaling siya sa likod kaya agad niya itong napapatay.

As a matter of fact, the more I got to know him, the more I seemed to realize just how different he was compared to Kevin. “I don’t think it’s boring at all. I love reading and watching movies too, if I ever get the time. What are your favorites?” I asked him, seeing how his eyes lit up, excited to share one of his passions. “Well, I am a guy, so my favorite book is To Kill a Mockingbird, and my favorite movie would have to be The Godfather. What about you?” He asked me, leaning his shoulder against the food truck as his eyes never left me. Even though it looked as if his eyes kept looking down on my lips, but that might have been a fantasy of mine, who was to tell? So instead of leaning in

As I did so, my eyes caught sight of the numerous claw marks that littered most of the trees, but I didn't bother to question him about it, figuring that it was most likely an animal attack. When I took my first shot, it was perfect....right in the center. After having done this over and over, I wasn't the least bit surprised, but I did feel a little excited to have him watch me. I don't doubt that he's amazed. I'm probably the best shooter he's ever seen. I didn't waste anytime in going for the next target...then the other and the other. Within just a few seconds, I shot almost ten targets. And all that remained was one...a single one. I turned in its direction, pressed my finger lightly ag

Her missed target the only smoking hole. "Okay that was.. I thought you said you weren't into guns!" She said surprised he got the shot. "I know how they work, just not a fan!" He gently placed the gun back in it's place among others like it was an infection that could spread. "Then what are you a fan of?" She asked as they strolled out of the shooting range in no rush. "Well for starters, Crossbows. Knives are okay but my personal favourite is the straight blade!" "A Saber!?" She asked.

"Did you or did you not?" I looked at Kiean when he spoke again, but this time, he was referring to Kendrick. It brought me to a realization that Kiean was indeed screwed up in his head but he apparently cared for his siblings... only it was in a very twisted manner. ‎He had weaknesses, but I wouldn't call it that. Having someone you cared about could make you vulnerable when targeted but in Kiean's case, those weaknesses were his strengths. In a way, they didn't really give openings for him to become easy target.

We all have her staining our family name and she can’t seem to get it through her head, that her dreams don’t matter. I’m getting to the firing range. I need to release some stress. My aim is spot on and always has been. I pull out my Ruger. It’s my favorite gun. It feels right in my hands and I aim with ease. I unload my clip and hit my target dead on with each shot. As I continue switching out targets and squeezing the trigger, I feel myself getting angrier.