Amma Sharp Objects の小説・ストーリー

I forced myself to break out of my paralysis, frantically looking around for something to use as a weapon to help him, but all I could do was watch in pure terror as the two men began brutally trading heavy, agonizing blows across the living room. Dominic delivered a powerful kick straight to Archie's chest, sending the monster stumbling backward into the furniture. Grabbing the split-second advantage, Dominic sprinted across the room and grabbed my hand, forcefully pulling me toward the exit. But before our feet could even cross the threshold of the door, a deafening, thunderous gunshot exploded through the small space. I let out a piercing shriek, covering my ears.

“Fuck! You're a real jerk who should go to hell, Hannah doesn't deserve this much humiliation from you." "That's why I immediately killed her. She doesn't deserve to live in this filthy world, and she doesn't deserve to have a sister like you either." Bang! Rania pulled the trigger and managed to hit Aiden's left shoulder. Blood slowly seeped from Aiden's black shirt, then dripped onto the gray asphalt surface below. The sight of Aiden being shot was really dramatic when viewed by ordinary people, because Rania shot him with all the emotions she had, while Aiden still kept his face flat which made Rania's emotions even more peaked.

Everything felt like it was closing in on me and I couldnt understand as to why I was being told that I needed to be silent for the victims that passed in the auditorium and that I was going to face serious jail time. Arriving at the station I look through the window of the back seat I could see a swat team waiting in the front with the their bullet proof vests and their guns that were automatic, I sigh and wince at the pain that was coursing from my wrists to my gut as I was yanked at last second out of the vehicle and pushed to move foward. I look up pleading for help and all I get is guns pointed straight at me no one willing to help me. When we reach the top of the steps I see my reflect

He looked at his hand and found blood. Farhan roared as he and Waqas both shot Usama who was grinning. His body fell lifelessly but Farhan didn't stop shooting the corpse. "No. No. No. No. No. Please!" Hamza hollered as he fell to his knees holding her frail body in his arms. Hooriya watched as he clutched her to his chest growling and screaming. Ever so gently she cupped his cheek and made him look at her. She gently wiped his tear with her thumb.

Guess Sharp wasn’t so sharp anymore to know the right time to come. “It’s Amber, Sir.” He responded, his voice firm. I have had different wolves work with me over the years but none had the courage of Sharp. It was as though he could read me because never for one did I smell fear in him. Whenever he was starting to quiver he would quickly get himself into position. “What about her?” I roared out of annoyance. Funny how she still happened to have a way of ruining things for me even though she wasn’t here. That little wench.

Time didn’t slow. It shattered. Amber saw the blade too late. A flash of silver. A strike meant for her heart. But it never reached her. Raymond stepped in front of her. The blade sank into him. A sharp, wet sound. Too real. Too close. Amber froze. Her breath stopped. Her mind refused to catch up. Raymond didn’t make a sound. Not at first. His body stiffened—but he didn’t fall. Didn’t step back. Didn’t break.

With a flick of her wrist, five slender silver needles accurately pierced the throats of the five mafia members, delivering instant death. Camellia was known as a sharpshooter. Armed, she was terrifying. Unarmed, she was even more so. Her movements were so swift that even Saxon couldn't keep up. Before he knew it, all five of his men were dead. Camellia spread her fingers, smiled enchantingly, and aimed for his head. Suddenly, a burst of energy intervened from the side, blocking her attack... The atmosphere in the room instantly became eerie. It was an extremely handsome man, with unbelievably perfect features sculpted like Venus, coldly pursed lips, and a pair of purple eyes, concealing all

SOMEONE'S POINT OF VIEW I was reading today's newspaper when I saw some very interesting news written in it. 'The Sharp Shooter: The Oracle's Pride' was written in bold letters. I smirked at the sight of the picture attached to it. A beautiful lady with fiery red long hair who is holding a very exquisite gun in her hands. She is aiming at the target with her pair of keen silver eyes. It makes one person lose their mind with a quick glance at this picture, and I must admit that I am no exception.

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.

The figure was walking down the street,with pods in his ears and phone in his hand. Busy in a business talk. Please be him! Please be him! She pleaded when she hears more footsteps following behind her. She looks back to make her eyes widen. There were 4 men following her, that cap guy one of them. "Stop right there bit** or I will shoot!" The person screams , but Vivian couldn't stop. Not when he was right there in front of her. Those stupid pods ! The jerk can't even hear the gunshots because of them. Approaching him,she nearly stumbles forward holding his arm and turning him around.