Amma Sharp Objects Novels & Stories

He was a rough sick son of a bitch who had a long history of torturing women. Amber felt no remorse that she had stabbed that evil dick in the leg then shot him in the side. She had also cut his hand off with a machete, but that was a story for another time, possibly never did Grayson or Leo need to know that particular detail. She wasn’t going to lose any sleep knowing all of the men involved in Grayson’s abduction were dead as a fucking doornail, burning in hell.

“Did you really think I would let you run?” The knife came down so fast I barely saw the silver flash. Pure instinct made me throw both hands upward to shield myself, and the blade drove straight through my palm. Agony exploded through me with such ferocity that my scream ripped across the night like something animal. Hot blood spilled instantly over my fingers and wrist, slick and bright even beneath the dim city glow. My entire body convulsed from the shock of it. For one horrible second, the knife remained lodged there, splitting flesh, pinning my hand uselessly in front of me. Sharmon stared at the wound not with horror, but with ecstatic fascination, her lips parting as if she had just

I want to make him pay for disturbing my plans I love how the sharp blade slides in smoothly, stopping only when it hits a bone. Harold's body goes rigid, a choked gasp escaping his lips as I enjoyed the way the metal tears through his flesh and muscle. I twist the dagger slightly before pulling it out, ensuring maximum damage. And I watch with a inner smile as he bleeds out

Instead of a smiling face from Amy, her eyes wide with horror. “Amy let's go…” “Watch out!” She screamed. I felt a sharp pain at my back and when I turned, there stood the nuisance, Ash Winters. He had a sick smile plastered on his face. On impulse, I decked him in the stomach and he landed on the wall. I thought villains died faster? I didn't dare pull out the dagger that was stuck at my back because if I did… it was too gore to explain.

One sharp pull, and it was over—the organ still pulsing in my palm as the body slumped to the floor. Across from me, Amelia mirrored my actions with her own victim. There was no hesitation in her movements, no flinching from the brutal necessity of execution. Athena's influence showed in the fluid grace with which she tore out the rogue's heart, in the way her emerald eyes flashed copper as blood spattered across the front of her formal clothes.

"Don't come any closer, or you'll die." Each person's face was expressionless, like a group of trained killers. If anyone dared to enter, they would shoot without hesitation. "Sorry, we took a wrong turn." Amelia feigned fear, pulling Carl to turn around while her other hand reached for her needle pouch. A direct confrontation wasn't impossible, but it would be risky. As expected, when the group saw Amelia turn her back, they slowly lowered their guns. At that moment, Amelia spun around quickly, holding silver needles between her fingers. She aimed at their wrists and stabbed without hesitation. Before they could react, their wrists were all struck.

He could never get that kind of star shards in time] --- Bullet Comments with spoiler will be screened out for the hero --- Of course, Meph didn’t see any comments concerning the “shop”, which would be a spoiler to him. Realizing that, the audience lost interest in teasing him because Meph couldn’t see. Meph closes his screen. His mind was on another line of questions: Who were the audiences?

the elevator sounded and opened I ran towards to entrance immediately I attracted attention of lots of people but who cares I heard the siren which meant the ambulance are already here I got out and they already prepared the stretcher i lay Skylar on it and got into the ambulance with her A nurse connected the oxygen machine on her and I urged the driver to drive fast ******************* Skylar POV I groaned and opened my eyes everywhere was dark,I had no idea where I was,I was lost and suddenly saw a source of light. The light was small and easy to miss but I definitely saw it and it gave me hope so I followed it as I get closer to it,it becomes smaller But I continued following it the ligh

It was a crime scene. The sheets were drenched in blood. It pooled between her thighs. Streaked across her arms. Soaked her nightgown. Her legs trembled violently, spasming. Her fingers clutched the bedding in a death grip, knuckles bone-white, lips parted in shallow gasps. “Brielle—look at me.” His voice cracked with panic, raw and sharp as broken glass. “Stay with me, baby. Please.” He tore the blanket off the bed and wrapped it around her, scooping her into his arms. She was limp against his chest, shivering, teeth chattering through incoherent sobs. Her head lolled against his shoulder.