Seven Targets Novels & Stories

After listening to everything they said in silence, I began walking past them, saying, "None of this has anything to do with me. My name isn't Claire Stewart. It's Hope Newhart." It was the new name I had picked for myself after arriving here in Sauvaine, and my new identity for the rest of my life. Zachary sighed. Eventually, he was helped into the helicopter. A few months later, he sent a shipment of advanced medical equipment to the base. He also sent me a message. "Can you send me a message now and then, just so I know you're safe? I don't want to lose you." I stared at his message for a very long time before turning off my screen without responding.

If you want to return to the original world, you must be killed by one of the targets. I missed my parents from the original world so much. Even if I could just see them one more time, I would be content. Asher was only five years old. He was not capable of killing me. But Jacob could. He was a doctor. "System, can I use points to exchange for a teleport?" [Yes, you can.] Since none of them are willing to do the job themselves, I would just let an accident take me out. "System, can you teleport me in front of the car of one of the male leads?"

She continued her training since her students attention was diverted already. "Speed it up people! If I can get through an abusive relationship, you can get through this interval. PUSH. push like you're pushing away that deadbeat boyfriend. Come on, let's go. This is your time! This is the only time of your day for you. Do you want to disappoint you?. Squh-Weeze ladies! Kim kardashian didn't get that ass from HALF-assing . Squat lower, you want that booty high to the sky"

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?"

“It’s not giving off a signal.” My head shakes violently. “Nothing? You’ve had nothing? Not a single fucking thing to give you a hint of what they want?” Damon hesitates. I step toward him. “What is it?” His jaw clenches before he finally speaks. “Lorenzo dug into it and he mentioned there were three targets. Kade, you… and Harlow.” Everything inside me stills. A cold, suffocating rage swallows me whole. “They leave now,” I snap, turning on my heel and storming toward the others.

"The document says this is achievable in seven years." Seven years.

Waiting. Planning. Because some marks protect you And others are targets waiting to bleed.

The night they arrived, he even posted something online to make it clear he thought I was copying him. In our seventh year, the gift was the divorce agreement. Seven years, and looking back, the distance between us had grown the entire time without me noticing. Two notifications came through on my phone. One was from Vera that read, “Sean, nine tomorrow morning. Do not forget.” The other was from Austin. “Last night of our seven-day romance. Vera says she wants to make it a night to remember.” My eyes stayed on the paintings for one last moment before I switched off the screen.

Blue light erupted across the city. Then: "THE CROWN OF BASTION CHOOSES." The ground shook. Then seven blue beams appeared. Across different parts of the city. Then Thomas felt the Third Crown activate. Truth. Immediately. The beams. Seven objectives. Seven keys. Then the voice continued. "CLAIM THE SEVEN KEYS." The city trembled. Then: "REACH THE HEART OF THE BASTION." Then: "THE WORTHY SHALL CLAIM THE CROWN." Silence.