Amma Sharp Objects Novels & Stories

Devin went back inside, picked up the knife, and the blade gleamed under the dim light. Then came the screams. Miles’s shriek was so loud it rattled the speakers. Sophia didn’t blink. She watched the severed finger roll across the floor. She watched Kayla faint dead away. She watched Asher convulse like he was having a heart attack, foam spilling from his mouth. “This is just the first one,” she said quietly. “Cut the old woman’s next.” The scene grew bloodier and bloodier. Sophia’s lips lost their color, her face turning pale.

I watched in horror as it lunged at the demon. It didn't slash, no, instead it hit Liam so hard he went flying, hitting his back against the trunk of the tree with a snap and loud yelp of pain. He whimpered anytime he tried to get up, as if every movement was hurting him. My eyes watered, my anger spiked, and my heart shattered all at once. I used Umbra and pushed a slicing shadow toward him, cutting his arm off completely. The demon knew what it was doing. As it roared, spinning around so that its boiling blood would splatter us. Its blood sizzled against my skin as it burned through the first layer. Ares placed a shield over the window of the cabin, protecting Andy and the baby inside. His

The room erupted—furniture scraping, a lamp toppling, the neighbor’s kettle away with a clatter. The scuffle was messy, the kind that left bruises and dirty hands. Barry’s fingers tightened around my phone like a vice. Jonah’s grip caught his wrist. Barry swung an elbow that missed and caught the bookcase; dark cedar splintered. My heart drummed a savage rhythm. I didn’t have the luxury of being pretty about this. “Stop!” I screamed, more raw than I’d ever let myself be. The sound scratched the ceiling. They froze. For a breath, the room hung poised over an abyss.

I declared already fishing out my phone. Before I could dial 911, a sharp crack exploded. My phone snapped off my grip with a spark. “Ahhhh!!!” I screamed. Turning to the large sized driver, I caught a faint metallic glint in the darkness of the vehicle. A gun. Heat pooled within my stomach. My heart hammered against my ribs. My throat stung like acid was poured in as I instinctively raised my hands above my head. “Sit still and shut the fuck up!—” His head whipped from the dark road to my terrified face at the back seat. “—or I'll shoot you before you get to them.”

Heath POV I am in the shower with Tonya when my work phone starts going off. “I need to get that; they never call me at night unless it is important,” I say to her. I kiss her forehead and step out of the shower. I grab one of her big towels and wrap up in it. I go into the bedroom to get my phone. There is a security alert for the hotel. I go to my email and open up the security alert. The email heading reads resort employee arrested for rape at local apartment complex. I skim over the email. There is a picture attached to the email. I open it. It is the punk ass that was trying to get in here earlier.

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

Narrowly escaping and bumping into another vehicle, Brook swirled the car, almost running into a mother with a baby carrier at the zebra crossing. Emily screaming, afraid that they might have killed a mother and her baby. Peeking through one eyes and seeing that they had narrowly avoided running the woman over, She sighed in relief. "How long till we get to the penthouse?" Emily asked Lauren. "We're almost the- oh fuck!" Lauren left her statement uncompleted, noticing that one of the black sedans was now at par with them. "Brook, watch out!!" Lauren screamed, when she saw that the window on the passenger side of the sedan had been wound down with a man thoroughly covered in mask, pointing a

It was the single driving force that turned restraint into violence. He checked the gun at his side. Loaded. A knife strapped beneath his jacket. Backup tucked in the lining of his shoe. Every movement methodical, practiced, calm—because that was what Adrian needed. A man who didn’t flinch. A man who didn’t doubt. By the time Evan slid into his car, the storm had already set in behind his eyes. --- Adrian came back to himself slowly, in fragments. At first, there was the damp chill of the air. The faint, metallic tang in his mouth. His wrists burned when he tried to move, leather biting into skin, something tight and unyielding holding him in place.

LUCAS POV * * * "Camilla! No!!" I shouted anxiously as I ran over to her, she was losing it again and then it all happened in a blink of the eye, she stabbed herself. I froze in my spot with wide eyes, shock and freight engulfed me as I stared at the blood that started oozing out of her stomach. How did things happen so quickly? My head snapped when I realized she was falling and I sped to her and caught her in my arms.

The Elite Assassin Academy was known for it is undying record of cleaning the streets of bad guys, so why would the grim reaper feel any pain while performing her duty. “Captain, are you there?” Mica’s voice spoke through the grim reaper’s earpiece. “I am here Mica, and I can see you. Just stay in position until I say otherwise.” The grim reaper responded as she clicked on her vision glasses to spot if their target was approaching. “Anyone else feeling very hungry today?” O’Brian voiced, earning annoyed grants from everyone in the group. “Aren’t you always hungry O’Brian?” Becca said as she sat behind black barells on the sidewalk in a full black outfit clickly quickly on her laptop.