Seven Targets Novels & Stories

Benjamin had also shot up in height and was starting to look like a teenager. They said they started this foundation because of me and Margot. They had done things that hurt me, and they said they would be happy if this could make up for even a little of it. Margot’s eyes widened. “Mom, it’s that man and that boy again! But why is my name on TV?” I gently pinched her cheek and said, “Because they did something wrong, and they want us to forgive them. Do you want to forgive them?” Margot said firmly, “No.

“Separating true seekers from… structured arrivals.” Avi’s brow furrowed. “Structured how?” Morgan stepped closer, his voice calm but heavy. “They’re not arriving randomly. They’re arriving in sets. Always seven.” The Circle stirred. Not violently. Not defensively. Recognizing. Avi swallowed. “Seven is a binding number.” “Yes,” Chance confirmed. “The smallest number that can form a stable Keeper tether without killing the participants.” Cain swore under his breath. Morgan nodded once. “They aren’t trying to overthrow you. Not directly. They’re attempting to limit you.”

he threatened. " Story time little darling! Once upon a time there were two brothers, Logan and Jacob McCoy! Both born into the terrifying yet powerful world of mafia led by their family. Logan was the older one was definitely going to inherit the entire mafia but that definitely did not sit well with Jacob who found himself more capable of leading and was just a year younger, So he planned and married a woman of enemy mafia, swooning her in his love, creating a peace treaty between the two mafia. his decision so cunning, highlighted him in the eyes of his old man that he was now made the new mafia king and his older brother his servant.

Thiago asked sharply. She nodded. “There are three targets listed here. Each one has a countdown attached.” The room went cold. Raven pulled up a map, displaying three red dots blinking ominously across the city. “They’re simultaneous strikes,” she said. “We can’t disable them all in time.” Thiago stepped closer, his presence commanding. “What are the targets?” Raven hesitated. “One’s a residential building—high density. Another is a government facility. The third…” Her voice faltered. “The third is a hospital.”

He closed the door behind him carefully. "Give me the brief, Gerald," I said, my voice dropping in a flat tone. "Marcus just called from Manhattan, sir," Gerald said, adjusting his earpiece. "Satellite server breach. Not a random hack. Tokyo Holdings is querying our archives." My jaw tightened. A sharp pain shot up my temple. "Which partition?" I growled. "Seven-year archive," Gerald reported, his voice crisp and military. "Target files: Sterling family assets." A cold, lethal fury settled deep into my marrow. Seven years ago. There were some secrets that should have stayed buried forever.

Nevio's POV War is cleanest at the moment of ignition. Before screams, before blood smell thickens the air, before survivors start making choices they can't undo. Right now it is still math. Three targets. Three strike teams. Three simultaneous collapses of what remained of Hale's trade. I stood over the operations table while coordinates, satellite pulls, and route overlays glowed across the glass surface. Aurora leaned opposite me, palms braced on the edge, eyes moving across the three red-marked sites with predatory focus. Cannery. Trucking depot. Rail yard.

“Tomorrow will be our revenge day. You may kill the ones who are on the list, but you also can injure those who weren’t. Make sure that they would not lose any of their limbs, though.” The air amongst them became heavy. “Our ultimate goal is twins. But, whoever meets them, please run away. Why?” Eagle cracked his knuckles. “Those bitches are our targets.” Our targets. All of them understood who was ‘our’. It was for someone who was on the podium. The Hyenas and also to that The Unknown members. “Roger!”

They moved past our hiding spot, close enough that I could smell gun oil and coffee. "Target last seen in sector seven," one said into his radio. "Female, early twenties, accompanied by an injured male. Requesting permission to neutralize the male." My heart stopped. Neutralize. That was such a clean word for murder. The static crackled. Then a voice responded, cold and professional. "Negative. Bring them both alive if possible. The male's bloodline may also be valuable." They wanted Dalton too. Whatever this breeding program was, we were both prizes to be collected. The mercenaries passed, continuing their grid search deeper into the forest.

Seriously I just wanted some rest and shopping sprees. Either way I'm resuming on Monday and that bitch better get ready. "Hello black Thunder" Hello miss Cecile" "I need your help dealing with a little bitch" "interesting" "I'll text you the details. Do you wanna help or not" "I'm not really into bitches " "name your price" "700 000" "deal". The next day Ellie's pov **********

My chest heaves, and my control begins to waver. Sebastian shrugs, giving me a smug smile. “What do you think I mean? Think about it, Argent. You work for a company that dealt with shutting down Terrorist cells, and your wife and daughter are conveniently killed. Someone killed them because of what we do. It was because you were so dead set on finding those men who bombed that embassy. You killed them!”