His Favorite Target Novels & Stories

I say. "Blue and silver. What is yours?" He asks. "Green and white. What is your favourite person in the world?" I ask. "My Mom. Yours?" He asks. "Your Dad. And other than from family?" I ask. "My best friends Vance and Kathy. What is your guilty pleasure?" He asks. "I would have said chocolate but also I love spending time in bathtub with a good romantic novels. What is yours?" I ask as I look away to hide my blush.

Charli install a bomb inside the hotel, within 2 hours I need to finish my mission because if I failed, I would explode into pieces along with those people who stayed here in the Hotel. When those Indian boys disappeared in my sight, my face automatically turned into dark and serious aura when I also realized that I am in front of my guest’s Room, which is Mr. Chen, a Chinese Businessman, and my target. I continued walking towards the door when someone blocked my way that made me stopped. It is his Bodyguards.

"Am sorry but I love Rocco, Niklaus. You have to understand that" "Does he know you like I do? Does he know what you like? Does he know how much you love eating and how much you despise veggies? Does he know how much you love telenovelas? Does he know that you watch Stranger Things because of how big of a crush you have on Steve Harrington? Does he know how much you hate the sight of blood? Does he know you hate roses and that tiger lilies are your favorite? Does he know how much of a lightweight you are when it comes to alcohol?Does he know your favorite color or what makes you mad or what makes you sad?

The guy just stared at me. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. "Really? Who's your favorite artist or band of ours?" he continued to ask. I looked at him with a wide smile. "I have a lot but my OG would definitely be Bullet" I said proudly. He nodded. "Do you...have like a favorite member os something?" he asked further. He seemed really interested. "I love all of them very much but Theodore is someone I adore so much and I do not mean this in an obsessive way but he is my ideal man" I answered honestly.

“I’ll be over there for a bit. You can look at the men’s on this side.” “I’m not letting you out if my sight, búsinka.” I looked up at him. “You can stand in the men’s section and still see me. The benefits of being so tall. Seriously. Relax. We aren’t going to get attacked in a Target.” “You don’t know that.” His voice was low and I grabbed his shirt to pull him down to my level. “If the mafia or any gang were stupid enough to attack each other in a Target the community would destroy them. Targets are a sacred place, Marek. If you want to be this paranoid, do it in the parking lot. But inside here, nothing will happen. Trust me.”

He suggested. "Let's see how that will work out." "Don't be mad at me."He said. "I'm not.Because of the flowers you forgiven." "I take it they your favorite."She nodded."What else is your favorite." You she told him silently."Truffles,I like tea preferable jasmine.I enjoy yoga I'm a sucker for romance movies.I like a burger with chips and milkshake even though it's bad for the curves I eat it anyway."He chuckled at that."I like to read too occasionally and my favorite color is red."

No one said I couldn’t ogle a target a little before I help him meet his maker. “So what are your plans today then?” Mother asks. “According to the dossier, my target is here in Moscow and there’s a coffee shop he likes to frequent, so I’m going to go there to observe him for a bit. Get a sense of him and his routine and then plan accordingly,” I say, as I become transfixed on his smouldering eyes. I can’t quite tell what colour they are from this picture, but there’s something about them I find very alluring. I wonder how they’ll look when he takes his final breath.

Max didn’t entirely trust Anton—not many men earned that right—but he did respect the hell out of him. His mind kept drifting back to Abby touching herself in the shower. He’d been with a fair number of women in his time, yet that was the most erotic moment he’d ever experienced. Abby’s throaty moans echoed through his brain. The way she’d shouted his name. Shit. There was no way he’d allow his dick to get his team into trouble and fucking a target would get them into a tank load of it. A target. A terrorist. A traitor.

All these questions were coming to mind and firing in succession in my excitement, forgetting to leave him time to answer. "Woah, woah, slow down." He chuckled, his eyes crinkling on the sides from his large grin. "I like to spend time in nature, on hikes or trails. I also like to practice my archery. I love the way the bow feels in my hands. The quietness and stillness of the air as I am for my target, all of a sudden speeding up when I shoot my arrow. I always strike true." He winked at me and I smiled, butterflies in my stomach as I pictured him holding his bow. Sexy very sexy. "My favorite color would be green now. The color of your eyes to be exact." I blushed, burying my head into the

"But there is still someone richer than you, right?" His grip on her tightened. She licked a bit of his ear and moved away. "So he was your target, the new rich man in town." The waitress came back with the food, stopping their conversation. Avery noticed that he did order her favorite which was steak. "Well, I haven't decided yet but if you don't pass the qualifications, then maybe." He laughed, "You don't stand a chance, sweetie. He's too in love with his wife. You won't like his kid too. I think he's gay."