Amma Sharp Objects Novels & Stories

"You shot my brother. And you threatened my woman." The lead enforcer didn't hesitate. "Target recognized. Deploy the dampeners!" The two lead assassins stepped forward, pulling the triggers on their heavy harpoon rifles. With a metallic *twang*, two heavy titanium spikes trailed by thick, glowing silver cables shot through the air, aimed directly at Rhys's chest. These weren't standard projectiles; they were high-frequency disruption harpoons designed to pierce an Alpha’s skin and dump a massive electrical current directly into their nervous system, forcing their wolf into instant, paralyzed submission.

The woman's gaze was fixed on the object in front of her. After that the woman must have shot the object with ease. "Damn it! Miss!" Once again, the woman tried to refocus and had set her sights on the object in front of her again. The woman started to count in her mind and then another shot just flew off the object board in front of her and this time hit the target. This time the sound of soft applause was heard from someone behind the woman's body.

She wouldn't be doing this if she weren't desperate. 'She hasn't slept well, but what about me?' I thought. That night, after a round of schmoozing, I was walking past the karaoke bar's back alley when I saw a bunch of lowlifes cornering Sarah against a wall. They were hurling abuse and trying to rip her clothes off. I could not just watch. I stepped in and took those goons down. Sarah was a wreck, her eyes wide with fear and shock. That scene haunted my dreams for days, leaving me feeling choked up inside.

She really laid a hand on her just now! A hand print appeared on Renata’s pretty face.Shocked speechless by what just happened, she held a hand to her cheek as a look of disbelief emerged on her face. When she snapped out of her daze, she lifted her arm, all ready to return the slap.But just at that moment, she saw a familiar figure appear at the door with the corner of her eye. She hurriedly retracted her hand and pretended to stagger backward.Lucia did not understand what was going on, but she knew Renata was up to no good, looking like that. Renata suddenly looked afraid, even traumatized, as she looked at her. Her face pale as she said “Sister, I’m sorry, I know I’m in the wrong. I didn'

he said, “I don’t do trades. I do eliminations.” He raised the gun again—this time at me. Luca shoved me behind him so fast I stumbled. Gunshot cracked. But it didn’t come from O’Malley. It came from the shadows behind the SUV. O’Malley jerked—blood blooming on his shoulder—spun. Another shot. This one caught him in the chest. He staggered. Looked down. Surprised. Then he fell—hard—onto the wet planks. Marco screamed behind the tape.

Vincelli made a sickening chuckle and I felt lightheaded thinking about that, “Ana- Maria's dead? She killed her sister?" "Oh the things that girl would do for me." He sighed in awe. “I know what this is, you enjoy it, don't you? Turning people against each other, families, killing lovers, causing pain to others, to children- you have a God-complex agenda. You live for it." "You know, I always admired you, Archer Devereux, you and that Sinister Salvatore. I just love the scenario." “Beep Beep Beep. Guys." Moe's voice suddenly echoed, "We're in the basement right now and we just found Miss Violet Proca and Vitaly Orlov's body dumped down here."

Señorita Amy Leah had been smiling and giggling since he picked her up in the mansion. Well, at least somebody was making her smile amidst all of this tragedy in her life. I was focused on them when a message notification on my phone arrived. It was my boss! "Take photos!" two words that were good enough to turn my world upside down. I took my phone and began focusing on them. It was a good thing that I parked the car near the glass window where their table at. I gasped at every click my phone made. For a perfect couple, there were no wasted frames on my shots. Everything was taken professionally. When the detective fed Señorita Amy Leah and wiped the corner of her mouth with his thumb, when

Oliver merely leaned back. One of the men standing nearby smiled faintly before reaching inside his side jacket. Slowly,e pulled out a small, razor-sharp knife. Its polished blade reflected the warehouse lights as he approached the helpless captive. Amber's heartbeat slammed painfully against her chest. "No..." she whispered unconsciously. The man ignored her. Without hesitation, he drove the blade into the captive's stomach. "Ahhh!" The scream echoed violently throughout the warehouse. Amber flinched so hard that tears instantly sprang into her eyes.

I said "You are my friend." She looked at me with pain in her eyes. Then it was gone. She said "No, I am the reason they found you." Everything stopped. I could not breathe. I could not think. She said "I told them where you were" and her voice was cold. I felt like I had been shot. Then the device, in her hand started flashing. It was so bright. The last thing I heard was "I am sorry Amara but you were never meant to escape."

my partner cut in. “No rush. It’s 3742. Good luck, Holmes and Watson.” “We don’t need your good luck, poop,” she spat and ended the call. She entered the passcode and we opened the gallery. As usual, there were two images. One is an image of a knife stabbed to the ground beside a short, fat tree and the other is an AMU student entering a café. Wait… I snatched the phone from her hand and zoomed in on the knife. Oh, hell. “It’s an obsidian knife, the sharpest knife in the world.”