Seven Targets Novels & Stories

Now that they had made it into the finals, it was entirely because I was carrying them single-handedly. Rowan, Rhea, and the rest never thought the team I led would be the one standing across from them in the finals. A sense of crisis crept over Rowan. He knew my ability as a jungler. With only a week left before the match, a batch of negative rumors about me suddenly exploded online. A heavily edited video was widely reposted by marketing accounts across all platforms, titled: Nina Vale’s Ultimate Simp.

After returning home, I went straight to the basement without uttering a single word. When the last bit of light above my head disappeared, all I could see was darkness. According to what I'd read, a person could only be driven to the brink of death after going seven days without food or water. Thus, I hoped they would lock me up for seven days. That way, I should be able to bypass the system and finally die. Every day, I relied on the voices outside to determine the time. By the sixth day, I was already so weak from hunger that I could barely move.

For seven years, I had been changing myself for him, only for everything to end up being my fault. Not long after, Harry updated his social media with a photo of himself and Emily. In the picture, they were embracing and kissing, looking like a loving couple married for seven years. Honestly, I found it somewhat amusing when I saw that post. Harry sent me warm, caring messages in the morning, but he was out with his beloved first love in the evening. He wanted to be a gentle, devoted husband while still being attached to his charming and beautiful first love. Catering to the emotional needs of two women in one day must be quite exhausting.

Its tone was stoic and rigid, like a no-nonsense programmer. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Burke. This is Facilitation System 007." "Hi, 007." The system's name made me laugh. "How are the preparations coming along for the trip home?" "The temporal leap trajectory has been fully mapped out, Mr. Burke. Power reserves are at 98%. It is expected to hit the target threshold within 72 hours. To ensure absolute stability during the leap, you and Mr. Hugo must be at the same coordinate point during the transfer."

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.

They didn't hear me approach, too focused on their planning. " hit them simultaneously," Marcus was saying. "Seven PM exactly. My people move on all eleven targets at once. No time for warnings, no chance to coordinate responses. By 7:15, it's done." "What about witnesses?" Von asked, studying a photograph of a middle aged man I didn't recognize. "These aren't isolated locations. Some of these people live in apartment buildings, work in public spaces. Witnesses are inevitable."

The stance that meant something real was being assessed. I crossed the ground toward them. “Zara’s read on this is correct,” Thorian said when I reached them, not waiting for me to ask. “The fourteen’s pattern of approach suggests they have been tracking multiple target categories. Individual targets and structural targets. The northern territory qualifies as both.” “What’s the plan?” I asked. “We defend it,” Vaelin said. Simpler and more direct than Thorian had managed. “We’ve built something worth defending.” “I agree with Vaelin,” I said.

Luckily, by the time I make it to the check-out lane, I see them walking out of the door. I can finally relax again, that is until the cashier tells me my total. Jesus Christ, what did I even buy?! Ugh, whatever, it’s all shit I need. I wonder if X has ever felt that way. Has he ever had a time where he thought something was outrageously priced and almost had a heart attack handing over his debit card? Probably not. When I’m done getting fucked by Target, I load up my car and go home. It’s already 9:30 pm and I’m way too tired from the day to set everything up tonight, aside from my new bed comforter, I put everything I bought tonight into the bedroom closet.

Outside the safehouse, a shadow lingered in the alley across the street, eyes fixed on Serena’s window as the light inside flickered off. He raised a communicator to his lips. “Target has read the letter. Project Harbinger is compromised.” A pause. “Initiate Phase Seven.”

He did not trust me after seven years together. The clock on the wall struck three. It was the last day of my bet with Bailey. It was also the date that Jeremy had planned to propose to me.