Seven Targets Novels & Stories

Numb and transparent, much like the growing apathetic gloss to amethyst orbs. The denim stepped back, a glint of metal piercing through the dense landscape as Damon tried to scramble backwards, his tiny fists raw and bleeding as they hovered over his face in an act of self-defense. Silver lashes folding downward to mask his fear as laughter rang in his ears. "...Just as I thought..." Leaves crunched all around him, and the black ankle boots Damon adorned on occasion drew to his shivering body in haste. Why was he so numb? Why did everyone hate him? He peeked out from beneath his lashes to trail his gaze over the twisted grins hidden beneath the fog, cerulean eyes, smoldering brown, children'

A system appeared to me, telling me that I could return to my world in perfect health if I won over the heart of a female lead in this world. For years, I did my best to win over and please the targets chosen for me. I was told multiple times that I had nearly won over my targets, but then Ivan appeared. The women could hear his thoughts, so they believed him without question. Convinced I was a scheming villain, their Relationship Values plummeted. Now, the very last target I was trying to win over chose to divorce me in order to be with Ivan. For a moment, my heart hurt as if it had been stabbed. Then even that pain faded into numbness.

A voice came through the speakers again. “You have ten minutes.” Samuel. “Ten minutes for what?” I demanded. “For the first phase.” My stomach tightened. “What first phase?” The screens changed. A map appeared. Cities across the world began turning red. Lagos. London. New York. Dubai. Paris. Moscow. Beijing. Thousands of locations. Then the message appeared. TARGET HUNT ACTIVATED. I stared at the screen. “They’re searching everywhere.” Samuel’s voice returned. “Not everywhere.”

Please. So, I ignored her and picked up the darts. The first one landed dead center. The room went silent. Sean's smile froze while Sophie's eyes widened in disbelief. A faint trace of mockery tugged at my lips as I threw the next one. Then, the next. All 10 darts landed in the bullseye. I dusted off my hands, turned around, and smiled at the stunned faces staring back at me. "I dabbled in this during college," I remarked lightly. "It looks like Sophie and Sean will be squeezing into the master bedroom tonight."

“We are not here to admire the problem. We are here to answer it.” That steadied the room. May glanced at him once, just briefly, and something unspoken passed between them. Not relief exactly. More like alignment. The same thing that had carried them through every major blow so far. Lawrence spoke next. “So we need to know who the other targets are.” “Yes,” May said. “And we need to move before Caldwell locks them down with preliminary terms.” One of the senior analysts brought up a list on the side display. “Based on the movement patterns, we narrowed the most likely secondary targets to four companies.”