Seven Targets Novels & Stories

My inbox would show lots of notifications every day after that, all of them abusive. Gossip accounts treated me like content and posted about me every few days. Many bloggers also maliciously edited the original videos and made their own spin on them. The labels "rumormonger" and "homewrecker" had been branded onto me, and I could no longer get rid of them. Every time I went online, those awful posts and comments would drown me, and I could not block them all. What hurt more than direct violence was the cold, invisible kind. Public opinion was the worst kind of weapon.

"It's nobody. You need to chill. I need to rest and find another target tomorrow." What most people didn't know was that Avery chooses her targets carefully. She didn't just go for an old rich man. She checked carefully if his marriage was intact if necessary. She also researched if there was a possibility that the rich man would be interested in a young woman like her. She would consider the personality of the target. If it was like Ran, he won't stand a chance. The following morning, Avery went to the living room and saw Jane doing household chores. When they graduated, the two girls promised each other that they would still have sleepovers during weekends. Avery sat in front of the dining

Without a doubt. --- _6:00 AM. BRIEFING ROOM._ Everyone was fresh. First time in 2 days. Riya: "Listen up. Site 27/31. Istanbul. Hagia Sophia." Ethan: "How many targets?" Riya: "Only 3. The smallest ritual." David: "That means security will be the highest." Selena sipped her coffee. "Let's finish this quickly." Miguel smiled. "Yeah. Get home fast."

"She's just putting on an act. If it weren't for her, you wouldn't be having these cramps." I watched them leave and closed my eyes in despair. In Jared's eyes, all my pain was fake, while every tear Melody shed was genuine. The system's voice came again. "One day left until you leave this world. Before you leave, the system will grant you one wish." My voice was weak, but steady. "System, I want Jared to know the whole truth." I wanted to see his reaction when he finally learned everything. The system's voice was mechanical and emotionless. "Acknowledged. Truth Revelation Program initiated."

I close my eyes and allow my mind to shut and be swallowed by the darkness that takes over my dreams. “Wake up, come on baby, wake up”, I hear dad’s worried tone. I am tired, and I don’t want to open my eyes. I push his voice out of my mind and allow myself to go back to sleep. This time I start to dream. I can see the twins. They are with two girls that I don’t recognise. I approach them, but they don’t see me. They are looking them in the eyes, and I can see their pupils getting more prominent as they whisper something to them. “Chase, Colt”, I say, but they don’t even look at me.

Seven renewal certificates. Every single one had my signature and Corbin's. A note from Maya was clipped to the top: "He thought collecting all seven would summon you back like some kind of twisted fairy tale." I stared at the documents, and a slow smile spread across my face. Fated mates? If seven rejections could still be called fate, then nothing in this world was an accident. I gently pressed the call button on the phone. "How may I help you?" the bellhop asked, returning quickly.

“Never,’ I spat with disdain, filled with outrage. My wolf just ignored me and was just excited and singing happily, not caring if I was cheerful about it or not. She knows how I hate fated mates. “Thinking of refusing about the seven of us, shit, you can’t and it will take me nothing to suck the life out of you and leave you for dead.’ The seven of them? How ridiculous! What? “Oh, you haven’t perceived the other’s scent here,’ I looked around. There were only six. Well, their pheromones say there are seven of them. Where is the remaining one? I don’t give a damn. Seven mates. This was too much, not one mate, but seven. What am I, a robot or some sort of sex machine to them?

On a cruise ship not far away, Natalia Stone, who was dressed in a wedding gown, was kissing Irving Schmidt with a blissful smile on her face. Amid the guests' cheers, a cold and mechanical voice echoed in my mind. "You failed to win over any of the targets of affection. You will be forcibly erased in two weeks." I smiled bitterly. After I was reborn into this body, the system had given me four targets of affection. If I could get any of them to reach 100 affection points, my body that was ravaged by a terminal illness in my original world would be cured.

Then Helen and Richard left, saying that they would come to see me tomorrow. Jeffrey stood outside the door, hesitant to leave. "Audrey, we can never be together again, right?" Hearing this, Kash wanted to go up and hit him, but I stopped Kash. "Yes. "I’ve been unhappy for the past seven years. Jeffrey, how many seven years are there in one’s life?"

Third Person's Point-of-View Every box was labeled with the date it had been given, starting from the mountain of gifts in their first year of marriage to the divorce agreement fixed to the canvas in their seventh. Vera went through them one by one. When she reached three identical Cartier bracelets, she stopped. She had not noticed, not even once. No wonder Sean refused to forgive her. She stood in the middle of the wreckage of opened boxes when she noticed one that was empty. The watch engraved with “Love of My Life” was missing.