His Favorite Target Novels & Stories

She asked, “So? What do you think of her?” He chuckled, because he knew she hated Sakura. “She’s beautiful.” She sneered at him. “So, you’re in love with her now, are you?” Ray narrowed his eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous. She’s beautiful; there’s no denying that. But I have a job to do. She’s a target. She’ll ruin us, and she has to go.” Tara turned to her mother and said, “I just realized you’re good at hiring the right man for this type of job.”

Fuck this bitch, fuck Travis, he was going to shoot her brains out. Stone stared at Leonard and then back to Emily, as she stood up, took his hand, turned it to his forehead, and clicked the trigger.

I ask Chad and he clears his throat nervously. “I don’t think you want to know.” He replies. Chad better stop playing games with me and tell me who’s the target. “Chad..” I say his name in a warning tone. “Okay, if you insist.” He says as he raises his hands midway in the air in feign surrender. “Go on, spit it out, Chad.” I encourage him to speak faster. “The target is...” He says as he types on his laptop swiftly. After a few more taps, he turns the screen to me, revealing to me the image of the target, which causes my mouth to drop in unbelief.

We're several meters away, so we can barely see the targets. -Come with me. -He holds out his hand for me to take. Without thinking, I do. He takes me with him to the spot where the figure I pointed at is. Do you see here? -He points his finger at the edge of the circle. I open my eyes. I tell him. That hole is where the bullet you just fired went through. It's not where I wanted you to hit it, but you still hit the target, which is what counts. -I made it. -I smile big.

he replied "I love reading and my favorite colors are black and silver. Oh, I love tigers, American football, cars and food!" I laughed at the word 'food'. "Is eating all you love?" I teased He chuckled and leaned in close to my lips. Gosh they're soft. "You're the second best thing to food." he mumbled against them "Second?" I teased "Ok. Maybe first." he smiled "Alright shoot. Ask me anything?" "Favorite shoes?" I inquired "Timberlands all the way!" he answered and I laughed "I'm afraid to ask you." "I love platform converse sneakers." I replied "I love high top converses too."

I answered. “Jax’s favorite is the Hulk.” Molly added. “The Hulk?” Lexi asked. “Yup.” Molly responded. “Ross is a fan of Clint.” Melissa said. “Does Colby have a favorite, Lexi?” Gina asked. “Ugh. Yes. He’s obsessed with Thor.” Lexi grumbled. “Well he is hot.” Molly joked. “Thankfully that’s not why he’s obsessed, but that’s why I have a thing for him.” Lexi giggled, making us all laugh.

Pressing the gun hard against the side of his leg, Hunter made his way up her driveway. He took the three steps that lead to her porch. He looked back to see if no one was watching him. No one. He looked up at the sky, there were no stars visible just a huge round moon. The whitish greyish of the moon lit up the night sky. It would have been a perfect evening for couples to have a picnic on a mountain somewhere or cuddle on a sofa and watch a romantic movie. But for Hunter, this was a perfect day to murder his childhood psychologist and kill the pain that had been living inside of him ever since his first meeting with her.

He shows no mercy, particularly when it comes to money. "3 minutes," he said softly as he adjusted his sniper. He was on a building's rooftop, facing the corrupt senator's company. In reality, he is unconcerned. He not only slaughtered demons, but also innocent people. This was nothing new to him, as he had lost all mercy. He is the bad guy in this story, the murderer and miscreant. three.... two... one.... He hits the target square in the chest. He clearly knocked it down, and the crowd was horrified. If he has a pattern, he will kill the target with a single shot right in the heart. After all, the heart is the most evil of all.

Still, I didn’t want to be lost in here with him! “So, why’d you guys move to Pine Creek?” Aston asked, walking close to me now. “And here I am thinking you already know everything there is to know about me!” I teased him. He laughed. “Well, I know your favorite meal is overnight oats. I know you like Taylor Swift. I know your favorite color is red. I know romance is your favorite genre and your favorite writer is Emily Henry. But I don’t know why you moved to Pine Creek of all places,” he said.

Finn trembled before running away from the music room. It seemed the target wasn't feeling fine... he was too red. [Congratulations, host. The first target's favorability is 20%]