His Favorite Target Novels & Stories

I cut him short and he looks at me like I have grown another pair of head. "What?" "Archery? All of a sudden?" He points out and that's when it hits me that Caden doesn't like Archery. He hates it with every fiber of his being because he's not good at it. I'm a decent sport's person but Archery is one of my favorite sport because it involves less violence compared the others. "Yes, I figured that, why not try something new for a change? Isn't that what sport's day is all about?"

He let go of me, and I immediately felt the loss of his warmth. "That was a distraction. Make him see what I want him to see before I shoot. The target's weakest point was his neck—he had a long neck, easier to access. One shot to his carotid artery will send him to the afterlife. And you should have known it. Our hands were connected. You should have been watching our hands, not the pistol. The gun's just the tool. Our hands, our mind, their weakest spot—those are our targets." My mouth hung wide open, staring at him. He was good. Very fucking good. And now I understand why Christy was also so fucking good at this.

Then, she threw the cherries at Finnian. “You’re a bad guy! You bullied my mom! “Mom hates cherries! She’s allergic, and you don’t even know that! You say you love Mom but you don’t!” Finnian’s face turned pale when he heard that. He quickly looked at me. “How can that be? Diana, aren’t cherries your favorite?” I looked at him mockingly and said icily, “Have you ever seen me eat a single cherry?” Finnian wanted to say yes, but no matter how hard he tried to remember, he could not recall a single time where he had seen me eat a cherry.

When I was fifteen, my father brought home the daughter of the man who had once saved his life. He told me, "Stella, Hazel is your sister now. You need to be more understanding with her." From that day on, everything I had became something my father could freely give to Hazel. I cried and asked him if he no longer loved me. But he stroked my head and reassured me, "I am only doing this to repay a debt. Don't worry. I'll leave all my assets and the company to you." It was not until I graduated from college that I happened to overhear Hazel sweet-talking my father. "Dad, I like Julian. Could you get Stella to break off her engagement with him and let me have him? "Besides, Stella didn't

The day our daughter got into a top college, my husband, Henry Kushner, handed her five $50 bills. "That's your monthly allowance." I stared at him. "She needs clothes. Makeup. How is $250 a month supposed to cover all that?" Henry frowned. "She's your daughter too. And when I was in college, $250 was more than enough." Ashley looked down at the cash, eyes red. My chest tightened. I turned away and pulled out my phone, ready to send her the money I'd secretly saved for a laptop. Then Henry's phone rang. He jumped up and headed straight for the balcony. The glass door didn't close all the way. His voice floated back inside—soft, warm, worried. "Anna, why would you borrow money from

My brother, Graham Hart, was the villainous second male lead in a romance novel. After the female lead, Celeste Rodgers, faked her death, he spent every day thinking of ways to die for her. But before he could follow through, he got a call from my kindergarten teacher, Carly Rocha. "Are you Mila Hart's brother? Please come to the school. She keeps climbing into the aquarium and pretending to be a goldfish. She says she learned it from you. What exactly is going on?" After that, Graham didn't dare try to kill himself anymore. He had to set a good example for me. Then one day, years later, the school called him in because I had been caught dating a boy with bleached hair. As it turned o

Dakota Voss said we were going to live a minimalist life. No gifts. No special occasions. No grand gestures. "Real love doesn't need material proof." My buddy, Harrison Drake, backed her up. "Exactly. Your wife gets it. Unlike my ex, who kept buying me watches." I nodded. I lived that way for four years. Throughout it all, I never received a single gift or surprise. On my birthday, Dakota posted a photo of the two of us on social media. "Minimalist living. The best gift is having each other." The post had more than 200 likes. I left a heart in the comments. Then, I came across Harrison's private account. A limited-edition watch. Custom cuff links. A room filled with roses. "Someone

he said. We then reached restaurant and had food. We talked about movies, tv shows and cricket. I dont know when he have time for these thinks. When I asked the same he chuckled at me. His favorite is Salman Khan like mine and he too Hitman fan in cricket. Our likes are so similar. We talked more there and I am getting friendly with him. He is so cool. We then shopped and went back. I prepared tea and give to him. He appreciated me. He love my tea. I smiled at sat beside him.

I shake my head and smile. "Ok let's forget about the wedding fo now. Let's just get to know eachother. Hi! I'm Zaheer Kazmi, age 27, I'm a CA in a govt firm, I have a mother and sister in my family, I'm the only man in the house, I love football, diehard fan of Ronaldo, I like to read mystery novels, I like Shakira, favourite Bollywood movie would be PK but favourite actor is Salman Khan. Favourite actress Katrina. Favourite food, Indian. Favourite place on earth, my home. Now what about you?"

Sharren pleaded with tears in her eyes. Sharren wanted to run to find the man who was already engaged to her. There was no way a good man like her fiancé would have the heart to leave her. Unlike her mother, who was so willing to leave a little girl alone in the middle of the garden in the pouring rain. The incident still lingers in Sharren's memory. Until it made Sharren hate her mother so much, her mind kept blaming her mother again and again.