Amma Sharp Objects Novels & Stories

I reach down and yank the knife out of Sophia’s stomach because it’s the only thing I can think of, the handle is slippery with blood and I lunge at Elias running straight at him with the knife raised yelling “die you sick bastard” And he doesn’t even flinch, he just stands there with his arms open like he’s daring me and when the knife pierces through his shirt and into his chest right over his heart he looks down at it then back at me with this creepy smile and says “go ahead Harper push it all the way in and see what happens, you’ll come back in your next life and I’ll still be there waiting because nothing and I mean nothing can make me leave you, I’m obsessed with you Harper, nothing ca

he snarled, gripping her throat. Sienna clawed at him, her nails raking his arm, but he remained unfazed. They fought violently her kicking and him restraining, the cell rocking with their fury. I pulled myself up, my head pounding, blood dripping from my scratched arms. A jagged piece of stone lay nearby, sharp and threatening. My hands trembled as I grabbed it, cutting into my palms. With Damon entangled with Sienna, I staggered forward, raising the shard, aiming for his back. I could bring this to an end him, her, everything.

The idea of a Catholic Chapel and a literal Mafia den being in the same vicinity was just hilarious. I bend to pick some of the flowers as a gift for Mama Agness, loving the feel of the morning sun on my skin. “Who are you?” I feel a shadow over me, blocking the sun rays. I look up to see a tall woman with curves I would kill for, staring me down with black eyes and pointing a gun at my head. “Oh my God,” I scramble to my feet, hands in the air, backing away from her. “Pl… pl…ease don’t shoot.” I stutter. “Name’s Mel.”

She waited for the perfect moment, the moment when Maverick would become completely careless under the haze of lust. When Maverick started pressing her down against the mattress, preparing to drag her deeper into his control, Amora moved like lightning. Her right hand reached behind her back and pulled out the silver dagger in one swift motion. Die! She swung the dagger straight toward Maverick’s exposed abdomen. But the mafia boss’s reflexes were far faster than she had expected. Before the blade could even tear through his shirt, Maverick’s strong hand caught Amora’s wrist in a brutal grip so tight that she cried out in pain. The dagger slipped from her hand and landed on the sheets with a

Amy killed Irena so fast that when she blinked her eyes, the bald woman was dead, lying at her feet. It felt strange for Amy to execute a woman who looked like her. But Amy moved beyond feeling strange, and she felt an adrenaline rush after killing the crime boss. Even though it took a second to kill Irena, Amy still had work to do. She quickly reached for the pistol strapped to her hip, aiming it at Irena’s bodyguard and shooting him before he could charge at her. The Orexacon fell hard on his back like a wrestler that got body slammed.

When I’m done, I come out from behind the tree and make my way over to them. I idly wonder what would’ve happened between them or what more they would’ve said, had I snapped that twig just a few moments later, while trailing behind them as they start in the direction of our campsite. Neither says a word the whole way there. As we get closer, the sweet, sticky, metallic scent of liquid copper fills my nose. The smell getting stronger and more potent the closer we get to the site. Bo is the first to greet us when we get back. “Are the pups alright?” Gray asks him, as we all take in the wreckage that was our camp.

And their teeth were as sharp as hers - they left huge gashes in her haunches and her sides with every attack. They snapped and tore at her bit by bit. But even then, they couldn't manage to outright kill her. “You gods-damned useless slagheads!” the Director continued screaming. “I always end up doing everything myself!” He drew a handcannon from his clothes and pointed it straight at Amarok. He gripped it with both hands, steadied his aim, then fired a single shot aimed straight at her eye. But at that exact moment, Amarok shifted her body. However, she didn’t turn into crystal or bone or stone like the others. Instead, her entire body shifted to a metallic state - a dull titanium gray to

Past.. “Amber…” Liam gasped, catching her collapsing body in his arms. His fingers brushed against something wet on her back—blood. “Shit…” he cursed, rolling them both toward the wall. The gunshot echoed in his mind. Someone had fired at them, and Amber was hit. “Ahhh…” Amber's cry pierced through the chaos, her agony raw and unfiltered. “Don't close your eyes,” Liam urged, his voice trembling with desperation. He helped her to sit on the floor, his eyes darting to the open window, knowing another shot could come at any moment. He needed his phone and laptop to call Nick, to get them to the hospital.

Some lines should never be crossed no matter what. Amber did entertain and enjoy thoughts of breaking Courtney’s face. It gave her great joy and pleasure. There was no way he could have gotten enjoyment out of fucking that cold, fake cunt. But it would be a while before Amber let him back in her glorious, warm pussy, that was for damn sure. Grayson would be having blue balls for a while and if he stuck his cock back into that frigid bitch ever again, Amber would castrate him with one of those swords in his room. She stabbed another pickle into the peanut butter and bit it off savagely. Leo entered the bedroom then. The smile on his face wavering a bit at the sight. Or perhaps it was her red

"This is all your fault!" A shrill voice shattered the peace of my studio. Delia stormed in like a madwoman, a gleaming silver dagger in her hand. "You ruined everything!" Her eyes were wild with hatred. "I'm going to kill you!" The silver dagger flew straight for my heart. Before I could react, a figure moved in front of me. A strangled cry tore from Damon’s throat. The dagger was buried deep in his arm. Black blood gushed out.