Mission Critical Novel Novels & Stories

On a luxurious cruise ship, Lucas Lindt kissed his new bride, Hannah Snow, looking so in love. Cheers and blessings filled the air, but in my mind, a discordant voice from the System rang out. System: [Host mission failed. In half a month, you will be forcibly erased.] I watched Lucas, completely lost in the kiss, and a bitter smile tugged at my lips. In my original world, I had been terminally ill. After being transmigrated into this one, the System identified four targets for me to pursue. As long as one of them reached one-hundred percent affection for me, I would regain my health.

, Spencer warned. "I believe we are done here. The rest of the file tells you everything you need to know about the mission. Your account will be credited tomorrow morning. The mayor right here is your first guy, penetrate while the security Is loose." "Don't tell me how to do my job. And you are yet to tell me who is behind the kill", Abel retorted irritatedly. "Do half of the mission first, and I will tell you." Jenny replied, standing up from the chair, "Let's dance".

“Stop! Don’t hit me. Mrs. Foster, I’m not the mistress… Miss Foster, you’ve been deceived. I’m the real one who saved you–” A baton slammed hard into my back, and a metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth. “Still lying, huh? Hit her again. Don’t stop until she can’t get up.” At Mrs. Foster’s vicious order, the beating intensified again. My vision blurred, and the pool of blood beneath me grew larger. Was I going to die here again today? I clenched my lips and quickly took the chance to send Elijah a distress message through my smartwatch. Just as I was about to lose consciousness, Elijah arrived with the police.

The trees are dancing with the air, and the stiff cliff that would probably lead to the forest if you fall and it’s just beautiful. I open my window to feel the air on my hair and I smile as I put my hand on the door while the other driving, my phone suddenly created a sound when I received a message that made me pick it up… and I feel like my world crash when I read the message… “Congratulation, Ma’am Ana. You’re pregnant.” I gulp and focus on the road before opening the other message from James. “I found the identity of the culprit… it’s Luke’s mom.” and my world clash more after reading that… this is a big blow and I have so many questions and thoughts in mind but something caught my att

Lorenzo Moretti's office, usually a refuge of logic and order, felt suffocating that morning. The air conditioning was on maximum, but it couldn't dissipate the heat of the tension emanating from the documents on the ebony desk. Marco had delivered a red folder—the signal for "critical risk" information—and inside it, Lorenzo had found the crack that threatened to topple the edifice of trust he, against all his instincts, had begun to build with Sofia.

Because the males were so focused on attempting to rape the woman, they were unaware that they were in imminent danger until it was too late to do anything about it. The first man's neck was broken by Phil, and then he tore out the heart of the second man. The woman passed out suddenly.