Seven Targets 소설 & 이야기

again. He could only listen to me. “Where’s my phone?” Brody set aside his work. “I forgot to tell you. When you fainted, you broke your phone.” His expression was calm. “I’ll buy you a new one later.” “I see.” I said nothing else after that. He wanted to burn all of my bridges, huh? But he never expected that I would one day recover all of my memories and stop him from manipulating me. While I was planning to borrow a phone from someone after Brody left, he said, “Be good. Once I’m done with work, let’s move abroad.”

A lot of people have always wanted to be like the seven known mysterious brothers in the United States. Most of them took the seven as their Idols and set them as their goal target in life. Some even want to be in their shoe but no one knows the real pain it takes to be a Luther and the danger they have to go through to become what they are today. My mother called me three weeks ago in a panic and asked where I was because she was aware that I was dating one of the brothers. When I picked up she took in a breath so deep that I could still remember it today. She thought I died in the bombing too but I told her that I wasn't in the country with Ace, she was happy that Ace wasn't amongst the de

The hush in the hidden apartment was no longer a comfort. It was a suspended breath. Sabe sat at the steel desk, the light of the ancient tablet casting his face in a jaundiced blue glow. He had mapped the web, summoned the players, but the intel hung heavy in his belly like a weight of lead. The scope of the enemy was paralyzing. Section Seven was not a target; it was terrain. You couldn't shoot the air.

"Rosalia Weaver... Everyone said that the feared mob boss Jared Pierce loves you more than anything else. Clearly, that's just a joke! Do you know? I staged that kidnapping myself. This baby came at the wrong time... After getting poisoned, it wouldn't be a healthy baby even if it were born. All it took was a small trick, and he had already grown not to care for you. Soon enough, he'll divorce you and be mine completely!" Her words didn't anger me as I just looked at her calmly. "If you want that man, take him. I don't want him anymore." I closed my eyes, saying nothing more. Seeing how pitiful I looked, Melody must have decided I was no longer a threat. She didn't push further. And so, I wa

“Copy that. The team is moving into position now. Estimated time is twelve minutes.” “Perfect. I’ll play the protective fiancé, fight off her attackers, and insist on taking her somewhere safe for treatment. Once she’s in my territory, we can proceed with the original plan.” “What about the missing children?” “They’ll be dealt with separately,” I said, already planning how to eliminate those loose ends. “Priority one is securing the primary target.” I disconnected the call and immediately opened another encrypted channel to my field operatives. Change of mission parameters. Implementing Protocol Seven. Prepare staged assault on primary target’s location. Make it convincing.

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.

When I woke up, I stretched lazily before the comments appeared in my vision again: [Whoa, talk about bloody! There's nothing scarier than human nature in the apocalypse!] [Yeah, it really magnifies the darkness of humanity…] [To think he could even do that to his own parents… what an animal!] [What a selfish scum! He could do anything for a mouthful of food!] I turned on the surveillance and saw Charles and his parents fighting each other, bloodied and bruised, all over a single pack of instant noodles. "You old hag! Why are you fighting me for this food when you've got cancer?"

Without me, how would a broke student have secured funding right after graduation, built a company from nothing, landed hundreds of high-quality clients, and climbed into the top ranks of the wealthy in just ten years? Well, it didn’t matter. Compared to dealing with her, there was something far more interesting I could do at the same time. Right in front of Darren and Deanna, I took out my phone. "It’s me. Corey Graham. Begin the capital takedown of Blackburn Group and Cunningham Group."

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.