Amma Sharp Objects Novels & Stories

If he got his hands on the detonator, he would kill her father. He pulled out the small box and flipped open the cover. Asher reached him first and savagely kicked his wrist. The box fell to the ground and went skidding across the hardwood floor. She dived for it, even as Christopher grabbed for her. Somewhere behind her a gun chambered a round. A heartbeat later, a bullet exploded just above her head. Kimberly ignored the flying plaster. She grabbed the box and wrapped her fingers around it. Behind her her heard a scuffle as Asher's men subdued Christopher. She carefully closed the top of the box and breathed a sigh of relief.

I ordered one of my men to take her to the dungeon. I layed Amber down slowly on the grass and shifted back. I tried to feel a pulse, but I felt nothing. My men told me they’ve sent for a doctor, he will be here any moment. Amber was clearly been shot in the chest, I see a bullet hole in her t shirt. But no exit hole in the back. If they used a silver bullet she won’t heal until it’s gone.

I pray it doesn't get deeper. "Oh, I know your fear now. I can't do this. I have been doing this for the past five years, ma'am. I won't hurt you." She soothes. I became calm and she took my hand slowly. I shut my eyes and clenched my teeth on the tissue. Fuck. It hurts.

Amidala's P.O.V My vision got assaulted by a blinding bright light and I could perceive the intoxicating scent of smoke, that had threatened to choke me. As it went into my nostrils, I couldn’t help but cough out loud and that was when I felt it. The sharp pain from my head. “Arrgh!” I cried out, as tears seeped from my eyes, painting my cheeks and moving down to be lost between my breasts. I struggled to open my eyes, and I noticed where I was.

Genesis’s army—perfect, obedient, waiting. Waiting for me. “I don’t want this,” I said. “But you built it.” I fired. Three shots. Center mass. Damian didn’t flinch. The bullets hit, sank, vanished like water through smoke. “Still so predictable,” he sighed. Behind him, the woman watched me with something like pity. Or hunger. “You’re out of time, Sophia,” she said. “Come quietly, and we’ll make it painless.” Liana sobbed against my back.

My sight faded as if I was slipping into darkness, in that moment my clawing pain had yanked me back onto reality. Sophia moved closer, her lips at my ear. “You’re ours even in death.” She sat up straight and patted her blouse. "Finish him." She didn't wait and left the room. I had no one to beg. The man before me stepped forward and brought out a dagger from his pocket. He pressed a button, and the sharp knife appeared. My breathing slowed as the man came closer and placed the knife close to my neck. This was it. I closed my eyes and waited for the knife to slice my neck, but a gunshot rang out.

Silver light instantly expanded from the sphere like raindrops descending in a heavy rain, covering the entire passage. Rainstorm needles! Harvey stomped the ground using his right leg, and the tile immediately shattered and flew out. At that instant, the shattered tiles managed to block most of the needles. "Bastard!" When the assassin saw none of his assaults and traps worked, he expanded his right hand and a specially made firearm appeared in his hand. He didn't even make a careful aim with the firearms in his hand, and simply pointed at Harvey's location and pulled the trigger. Repeating explosive sounds rang, and the streaks from the firearms could ignite the entire fire exit at any tim

Six assassins in black emerged from the shadows, their flashlights cutting through the gloom like the eyes of hungry hyenas. With the lights focusing on her, there was no escape. The only path to survival was through them. Amber's eyes burned with determination as she charged forward. Her dagger slashed through the neck of the nearest assassin, a swift and brutal strike. She moved with desperate precision, aiming for vital points. Her unexpected ferocity startled the man, who had clearly underestimated her. His flashlight clattered to the ground, and blood gushed from his neck. Amber seized the opening, surging ahead without hesitation. After all, this might very well be her only chance. It

He knew how dangerous the White bloodline was, and if this girl was anything like her mother, she could paint the whole city red overnight. They watched with tense muscles as Artemis pushed her body forward, gripping Reyes' cold body and shaking it. Her voice was strained under the weight of emotion as she called for him, even though she knew he was already gone. The screen went black as she closed her eyes, but her sobbing was gutwrenching. She apologised to the corpse over and over, begging for him to just open his eyes. Ayame turned away, her eyes closed and lips pursed. In all of her years as an assassin, she thought she'd managed to become steel. But this scene was making her realise ju

No one would suspect you and they would usually talk and act recklessly in front of you. “The weapon,” It was a scythe. A retractable scythe that could tear heavy metals like paper and pierce through anything even the soul. Using it, they can open treasures long-buried and kill anyone like nobody's business. It's a precious little thing. And it's in the rightful and very capable hands. Me. •••