His Mission Novels & Stories

“At least it makes it easier to tell you what I’m about to say.” Then his eyes shifted toward me. “Our master has sent me on a mission.” The words immediately caught my attention. “It will only take a few days, but I’ll be away for a while,” he continued. “What kind of mission?” I asked. “And how exactly did you communicate with your master?” The question came out flatter than intended, though part of me knew it sounded mocking. “It’s not something I can explain yet,” Carlos replied calmly. “I can only speak about it after it’s done.”

But those words just made me think about the Love Mission app, and it was simply too embarrassing for me to bear! … I rushed home and showered quickly before going to visit Grandma at the hospital. Dr. Ron Ferrell told me that there was a high chance of her waking up from her stroke today. I was so overjoyed that I cried happy tears. However, I realized that I was going to be late for work, so I hurried back, barely making it to the office in time. I sat at my desk, staring at the app on my phone and waiting for it to give me my next mission. If Grandma's recovery was going to be my "reward" for each mission, I wouldn't mind completing a few more.

“Which means you should get her.” My hand curled into a fist. “You make it sound simple.” “Isn’t it?” I laughed once, though there was no humor in it. “I don’t even know if she’s alive.” The room went quiet. Brad’s expression shifted slightly. Then he pushed himself off the desk. “That’s exactly why we’re going on this mission,” he said. “To make sure she is.” I didn’t respond. Because that was the part eating at me. Uncertainty. Not knowing.

As Mark entered the office he glanced at the plainly dressed Anna in the office whose expression still told a different story. “Look Anna I don't know why Robin chose you for this mission nor am I interested to know all that it was Robin's responsibility to initially choose a girl for this mission and he chose you. I didn’t know that is was you. By sending here, I have fulfilled my responsibility. After signing these papers, you have officially become a part of this mission. It is enough for me to know this and I want you to put everything out of your mind. Focus on this m

"No, better yet, just get out!" "I'm afraid I can't do that." Zalakai said as he took a step towards the man. His temples throbbed. "Someone has tasked me with a mission." He rested a hand on his chest where the Mark was. "I can't leave here until it is complete." "A mission?" The man asked, confused. "By who? Who sent you?" He demanded again as he stepped away. There was an ache in Zalakai's shoulder blades.

He said that at that time there was only one mission but he didn't want her to do it. "I don't care what it is, I just need to divert my mind." She said and looked straight into his eyes. He knew that she was hurt and needed a distraction to get over that pain. He sighed and opened the computer to show her what the mission was. "As you already know, the Prince of Asia is going to be crowned in 4 months and there are people who are trying to kill him to get the throne and the power that it holds. Your mission will be to protect him until the crowning day arrives” He said and then looked at her with a serious expression. “No mistakes in this one. The royal family can destroy our agency comple

The problem now was that I failed the mission. I thought he was there to save me and help me escape. But he actually brought me back to my doom. How could I expect a total stranger to save my life? “I'm getting terminated, right—” My words were cut off when the screen suddenly changed and a large “CONGRATULATIONS” was written on it, making my eyes widen in shock. “Congratulations, Sebastian. You have completed Mission 003 and Mission 003.5” “...excuse me?”

And what was the mission? Me: It was a test. To see if I’d fit in with his lifestyle. And the mission was to find out a specific piece of information about him. Her: Is this raising any red flags for you? Me: No … Why, should it? Her: I can’t answer that for you (in other words—yes). I cut off my little role playing scenario when the driver stops. “Here we are,” he says.

Then let's go. The following mission wasn't a recovery mission. It was all about halting the end.

'' I asked while raising my eyebrow. ''What mission? Who's your mission?'' he asked more and it irritates me. ''Can we just eat first?'' I asked seriously. ''It's just weird why you're not telling us about it? All of us are doing the mission together to find the killer. I wonder if there is something you're keeping from us?'' he asked, he looked at me with his narrowed eyes. ''I'll tell everything when it is successful,'' I said, continuing to eat. ''But when it's not? Do you think it's fine with us? Letting you do the mission alone? What if something bad happened to you?'' he asked, his voice was worried.