Amma Sharp Objects Novels & Stories

Grace called out, her voice steady despite the chaos. Then I saw her—Amber Blackwood, emerging from the smoke with a weapon that looked like it belonged in a war zone. She'd changed since the mining complex, hardened by months of running and planning. But the hatred in her eyes when she looked at Grace was the same. "You should have died three years ago," Amber snarled, opening fire with a burst that forced Grace to dive behind cover. I moved without thinking, throwing myself between Amber's line of fire and where Grace had been standing. The impact of bullets hitting my body armor was like being kicked by a horse, driving the breath from my lungs and sending me staggering backward.

The high-resolution cameras hidden in the molding had captured everything: the forced entry, the grand larceny, and now, the clear evidence of armed intent. Behind the wall of tactical shields and leveled rifles, Sophia Reed emerged from the shadows of the adjoining suite. She didn't look triumphant or vengeful; she looked profoundly bored, as if watching a predictable play reach its inevitable, dreary conclusion. She stood behind the thermal-glass partition, watching as the officers forced Luna to the plush carpet, her face pressed into the fibers she could never hope to afford.

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

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.

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.

Asriel said to Nicko before he went back to the chopper. Nicko had to retrieve the bullets from the dead men. He took out his knife before he poked holes around the bullet wounds, till he had retrieved close to ten of them. He wiped off the blood from the clothes he had torn from the guys before handing them over to Asriel. " Clear that mess," Asriel said before he got back into the air. He would find those bastards no matter what. Zia had arrived at her apartment in the middle of the town. She had entered discreetly, just like she had left, avoiding all the cameras in the area. She couldn't afford any loose ends.