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.

Everything you are saying now is too late. Despair washed over Nina’s face as she stared at me with reddened eyes. After receiving no response, she let out a bitter smile. "Alright. I understand." After she left, I led the team straight back into intense daily training, ignoring the online noise completely. Ivy hired online commentators to steer public opinion and tried to suppress the trending topics, but the results were minimal. With the match approaching, she did not have the time to manage it further and focused on supporting us behind the scenes instead.

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.

I didn't really care much to research about this pack, in fact nothing about it concerned me except for the fact that my celebrity crush belonged here. Dustin Bennett is a famous leader of the pop boys band, 7Rocks, as pertaining to the fact of being seven in number. I'd always had a crush on him right from high school and some day wished to marry him, I researched and found out he has six identical brothers of which he was the second.

All these years I dedicated to this family had turned into nothing more than free maid service in his eyes. During the seven years of our marriage, I had given up all my social life. I just wanted to provide him with a unique sense of warmth and security at home. But my one-sided devotion had turned me into a doormat. Over time, it made my love for Harry feel even more humble. I still remembered the day Harry confessed his love to me. Back then, he earnestly told me that he would love only me from then on. He also promised that he would no longer keep in touch with his first love, Emily.

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.