His Favorite Target Novels & Stories

His breath is harsh, “Don’t stop.” Goddess, he is not helping. I grit out, “My favourite books are mysteries. My favourite food is seafood. My favourite hobby is cooking. My favourite colour is dark blue.” Like his eyes. “Favourite movie?” “Don’t have one. Alpha Rick thought movies were a waste of time.” Hunter looks stunned, and his eyes shift back to their normal deep blue. “I’ll watch them with you.” He promises, “I’ll watch anyone you like. Just, don’t let me make love to you right now.”

I said with a smile before walking over to a spot nearby to poke the rabbit that had just hopped out of the bushes. His face instantly turned red. Baring his teeth, he tried to bite me and puffed up in anger. "You audacious human! How dare you poke my face!" My heart melted. "So cute! I pick him to be my conquest target, System." "Target confirmed. Once a beastfolk is bound as the conquest target, it cannot be changed. Please complete your mission within the allotted time." With that, the system disappeared.

Now I am petrified because I thought the same thing about that group. "I think the same." “I think we have similar musical tastes,” he smiles, taking a record, it's one of The Strokes,Is This It. “Very good, what is your favorite from that album?” “Someday.” “Mine the same.” impression gasp. “You have good taste then.” she assures with a gallant smile. “There are too many coincidences.” “Favorite childhood television series?” “Inspector Gadget, and Sherlock Holmes.” “The same ones, and I hate Scooby-Doo.”

It wasn’t a car ride for me without some Taylor Swift, Selena Gomez, Sabrina Carpenter, Tate McRae, or Harry Styles playing in the car. “This is something I didn’t know about you, Nero. I don’t know you that well.” It saddened me to know that. “What do you know about me? I will fill in the rest.” I noticed his favorite dish was mashed potatoes and chicken, he loved whiskey, and he scowled whenever he didn’t like something. He was very touchy when it came to me, he loved art, and his love language was gift giving. But I didn’t mention those because they seemed a little too intimate.

Honestly, I could eat everything right now because I was so darn hungry. “You love fries, don't you? You can try the fries… they're amazing,” Christian said, and I was about to go with it when Knox butted in. “I disagree… she doesn't eat fries much, so she can go for the steak. I know she loves good meat,” Knox said. “Let her have what she wants,” Dom finished. They continued arguing over what I was going to have, and I was getting so tired of it. “Okayyy, that's enough!” I whisper-yelled.

A while ago, I had used my remaining points to buy Lark her flawless marksmanship and the ability to protect herself. I just never expected that one day, her gun would be pointed at me. "Lark," I said, "I hate Ivan. If you don't kill me, I'll still go after him once I recover."

"I know Justin made a terrible mistake and hurt you badly, but please save him again, Ms. Merrow!" She spoke in a trembling tone as she pleaded, "I'm willing to give up my own life in exchange as long as he can be saved!" I shook my head weakly and pointed to the wound bleeding heavily on my chest. "I only have one Sacred Heart Scale left. I will die if I give it up to save his life." Thankfully, my Sacred Heart Scale was located near my heart and was fairly well hidden; otherwise, I would have had no chance of survival. Diana's eyes immediately grew dim the moment her last trace of hope was crushed. "Is there truly no other way? Justin is my only child. How am I supposed to go on living if

She blinked. "Simple. I grew up at the Base with mum, and I witnessed a lot of blood." he said freely. "Coco melon is my favorite cartoon, what about yours?" She suddenly asked. "I hate cartoons, but I love captain America, the civil war" "Oh... War film?" "Yeah, and before you ask what my favorite toy is... I hate toys too, they're stupid" he curtly said. "I have plenty of toys, but my yellow feather pillow is my favorite. It makes me sleep well at night, and I gave it a name... Poppi" she smiled, and he stroked her hair.

This was the first time I was using my system in the presence of someone not my target, I was grateful they couldn’t see it. "Do you have any other questions?" I blinked and lifted my gaze, locking eyes with Vivian. "Yes." The writing on the screen in front of me quickly arranged itself. Potential Target Detected. Would Host like to identify this individual as a target? ’Yes.’ The moment I said yes, the blue dot turned to red. Then the words on the panel shifted. Target Identified. Name: Vivian Daves. Current Emotion: Polished, mildly wary. Deepest Desire: To be seen as indispensable, someone who can be trusted to handle "important" guests.

“Hello, Zaire.” My mouth went dry. The video continued. “I suppose you’ve finally discovered that you have a twin. I wish I could say I’m happy about it.” He moved closer to the camera. “But I’m not.” I leaned forward. “Why?” He tilted his head. “Because you got the life I was supposed to have. You got a mother. You got a home. You got someone who loved you enough to protect you.” His smile disappeared. “I got nothing.”