Wrong Target Novels & Stories

As soon as I made it in the door, Zaria begins to tell me that today wasn't going to get any better. I took a deep breathe and prepared myself for the mountain of bad news. "What happened?" I asked. "We mixed up two orders again and the big oven has gone out." She replied. I just couldn't believe my day. I went in my office and closed the door. I needed a moment to get myself together. I called my delivery guys and sent them back to the events they had delivered the cupcakes. I had them both switch addresses and had them deliver to the right customers. At this point was fustrated. I had to pause a minute. I felt a small headache coming on. I still needed the oven fixed.

Instead, I moved into a very small apartment in the southern part of the city. The place only had two rooms. The windowsill was narrow, and the kitchen was small. Compared to the Newman estate, it looked shabby, like a completely different world. However, on the first night I slept there, I slept more peacefully than I had in the past five years. The next day, I went to the hand clinic I had already scheduled. The doctor removed the brace and examined me again before finally telling me with regret that the old injury in my right wrist had been delayed for too long. Although the bones had healed, the nerve and tendon damage would be very difficult to fully reverse.

The Source Code Dimension trembled. The sterile, glowing white numbers scrolling across the infinite floor began to violently stutter, bleeding a chaotic, messy crimson. The Prime Analyst’s perfect, symmetrical face twitched. "Error. Target is resisting the Factory Reset. This is impossible. Your base data contains no countermeasures against root-level formatting."

"Unfortunately, no amount of money can buy back your granddaughter's life now." Nell flew into a rage, slamming her cane heavily against the floor. "Insolence! How dare you curse my granddaughter! Guards, drag him into the OR. He's doing the surgery today whether he wants to or not!" The bodyguards immediately closed in. I didn't resist. Instead, I took out my phone and tapped on a video. I held the screen up to Nell and played it. The footage showed Barney stepping on the medication and crushing it underfoot the day before.

I look back at my case study options and I add a fourth one and then immediately cross it out before I can finish writing it. But the two words are still visible under the single line. False testimony.

It's just some random number. *Hello, sweetie!* It says. Probably some drunk slut who hit the wrong number. As I want to delete this I get another text. *It's me, Monika. Don't dare to ignore me!* She texted. How the hell did she get my switzgerman number? ... (to be continued)

ABANDON. To desist in doing, practicing. To forsake despite a duty or responsibility. Dylan had specifically requested his therapy sessions be with Anna Davenport but couldn’t hold his anger at the notice that he had been reassigned to a different doctor. Who the hell gave the fuck about someone bearing Lucas?

I blinked, "what?" "When you want to deliver a decent right hook, it's not about throwing yourself at the target. You'll lose your balance easily that way. Plant your feet on the ground and remain unshakable on your feet. They don't have to move along with your, your hips will do most of the heavy work of throwing your weight." I chewed my lip as I considered his unsolicited advice. "Thank you," I said begrudgingly through gritted teeth. "Thank me by not going to the party," was all he said, before strolling out of the garden, silent as ever.

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He drew the tattoos in the exact places I wanted: On my lower back, just above my butt. Beneath my right breast. On the right side of my waist, near the bone. Chris wiped the tattoos with a tissue and applied ointment to ease the pain. But I flinched when the door suddenly burst open. I quickly turned and froze. Marcus. What the hell was he doing here? His face was blank, but his presence was terrifying. And that’s when I realized, I was nearly naked. In front of him.