His Favorite Target Novels & Stories

I was determined to win him something too, not from a claw machine but from another game. Luckily enough for me, the next game we came across was a target shooting game. If you could hit them all before the timer went off, you could pick whatever stuffed animal or toy you wanted. I picked up the rifle, I had great aim and shot everything. When it came time to pick out a toy, I picked a small kitten. I told him it matched his personality and he scoffed. He pretended he didn’t like it but I didn’t miss the way his fingers wrapped around it.

Though all their judgements were on me, I felt safe and as if I was in a fantasy world. Our last stop, our favorite café, It has some of the best waffles and coffee. It’s a perfect day, which is an understatement. He would look at me and my eyes would glimmer. My world felt complete with him by my side. This was my everyday life. It was almost our birthday and I was kind of nervous. That day was November 16th, we ended it with eating ice cream while sitting, looking at the stars. I loved him, but is it one-sided? All I can say is, I did everything to be enough for him.

He smirked down at me cockily. “You like the color violet. Your favorite song at the moment is Often by The Weeknd. Your favorite show is The Vampire Diaries. You don’t have a favorite sport, but your favorite book is 50 Shades of Grey. Kinky.” He listed them, making me feel mortified at the last one. His amused expression then turned dry. “You also favor that Christian guy.” He scowled at the ground. For a moment, I thanked the Lord that he was just a character because I had no doubt that Zaliver would have killed him if he was real. Hashtag Team Grey. Sorry Zaliver.

Do you agree? He nodded. - And have you ever shot? - Do you count bow and arrows? Sergio laughed. - That depends, have you hit the target? - Out of every ten targets I aimed at, I hit eight. - Good," he agreed, "but what about moving targets? Gabriel now found himself embarrassed, but in front of the delegate anyone is embarrassed, imagine, the one who dates the daughter of a delegate. - Three at most, and rarely one on a given target.

He asked everything about and looked so calm "I mean.. your favorite Coffee which I feel is your favorite" He smiles, and the servants fill my cup again while standing "Yes it is" I respond, pick up the coffee, and sip again "Your favorite game, drink, food?" He shudders his shoulders and then smiles back again, his dimple shows out on his face "He is fucking hot" I mutter "Let me go with mine" He says, "I like vanilla coffee, fruit drink a bit alcoholic drink and I go to the woods to have some fresh air"

And when her blush darkens, I realize that her favorite color may be because of my eyes too. “Favorite flower?” She snorts. “You’re expecting me to say lily?” “Nope, I’m asking. I'm not assuming anything.” “Tulips, actually.” “Favorite food?” “Lasagna. Yours?” “BBQ ribs.” “Mmmm, a good option for sure.” “Favorite activity?” “Training.” “Training?” “Yeah. I love being strong. I love being tough and giving you guys a little unexpected competition.” I have to smile at that. She definitely surprised me.

Burning emotions. "Luckily he didn't realize he was awake. Leave him by his side to babble and die. Just listening to him makes me want to get sick." [Host, please pay more attention to your actions.] "It's not that I'm angry or anything but his actions are unacceptable." [Favorite host character?] “How does the app know?” [App has statistics table.] "Where can I see?" [Host's favorite level for each character 1. Male lead: Duncan Hiddleston: 10% - currently has a downward trend.

A second later, the lights flickered back on. Both of them blinked against the sudden brightness while rain continued crashing loudly outside the apartment windows. Damian let out a breath. “Okay. Storm. Cool. I was mentally preparing for a serial killer standing behind the shower curtain.” Quinn laughed softly, her forehead resting briefly against his shoulder. “You watch too many horror movies.” “I profile murderers for fun, Quinn. My brain isn’t healthy.” The warmth between them returned almost instantly after that. Easier now somehow. Familiar.

he whispered into my ear. I nudged him,cheeks burning hot. "Be quiet, I want to focus…" "Yes, ma'am," he chuckled. In the end, I got four targets missed and six targets hit. I got a consolation prize—a teddy bear keychain—but Tarzan won a dozen plus the big one from his own shoot.

"I don't make decisions based on your whimsy. I follow my leadership. I know I'm loyal. Now, can we please get back to the reason we are all here?" The scoring indicated that I was so lucky that girl came at me with the poker. I missed six shots out of 45, which I thought was awesome. I even managed to badly tear up the chests of the front and left targets. The target on the right was still 'dead', but he could be buried in a tuxedo. I had one head shot -- it wasn't on purpose.