Amma Sharp Objects Novels & Stories

" A gleeful smile stretched across Faith's lips. "It's because he didn't want a sick, weak pup anymore." I dug my nails into my palms, nearly losing control of my anger. Faith gave me a long look before she whirled around and left the cottage with a spring in her step. I suppressed the hatred festering within me and retrieved the small camera that I had hidden in my clothes. … Three days later, Felix and Faith hosted their pup's full moon ceremony. I arrived at the venue while holding the invitation Felix had given me.

I reach inside and grab a knife. I extend my arm and I put the knife next to my arm. My body is moving on its own and I can't do anything to stop it. I put the blade on my arm as I suddenly feel a slap across my face and Brittany grabbing the knife from my hand.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Suede took the steps on the inner edge of her feet, an old trick for stairs that hadn’t earned her trust yet. The northwest pillars threw a shadow wide enough to hide a killer. She didn’t waste breath on a warning. Warnings were for situations that still left room to negotiate. He was heavier than he’d looked from the floor—distance always lied. They went down together in the dark, the only sound the scrape of fabric and ragged breath and the dull collision of bodies fighting for the same six inches of space. The rifle, fitted with a silencer too expensive for a man this disposable, slipped from his grip and hit the marble just as a tray of glasses shattered below, swallowing the sound whole

I was finishing a last pass to the table when someone takes me by the arm and I can feel that strange shock running through my body and I turn to the person to claim when I can identify who it is in the darkness of the bar. "What are you doing here?" he asks with eyes like saucers from surprise, unable to believe his eyes. "I'm working here, please let me go." "No, this can't be." he said shaking his head. "I must be going crazy, you can't be real." My worst fear and desire was right in front of me, unable to believe we were seeing each other again either, but this was real, this couldn't be a dream from both of us, we were here facing each other in the darkness of the bar, still trying to a

His subordinates, armed with weapons, rushed towards Harvey wanting to kill him, but before they reached Harvey, the sound of a gunshot rang out, right in front of Liam's subordinate's feet. They retreated a few steps in fear, and the consecutive gunshots under their feet served as a warning not to take another step. Liam behind them was panicked and his face turned pale. On both sides of the staircase, there were many people dressed in black with masks, pointing guns directly at Liam's group. Harvey looked at Liam's terrified face with contempt, his demeanor still ordinary and lowly, just like twenty years ago, nothing had changed. "You...aren't there no subordinates here? Why..." Liam pani

*** Sophia and Gena were dressed in black all over, while the other Special Assassinators were all in Soldiers clothings, from cap to boots. "Fix your guns!" Mrs Smith ordered and they all picked their guns and started arranging it. When they were done, they got it ready to shoot at all the fruits tied high up in front of them. "If you miss the fruit in front of you, no more mission for you!" Mrs Smith said. "Now shoot!" She commanded. They all raised their guns, aimed at the fruits and shot at the fruits at the same time. Skyler's bullet hit the wall and didn't touch his fruit.

8 pm and Amy drags herself into the penthouse elevator. Today had been her first day at the Philharmonic and it was amazing. She enjoyed being surrounded by people who loved music as much as she did, and she left feeling full and inspired but also exhausted. The elevator arrived at the penthouse and Amy stepped into darkness. “What the hell?” she exclaimed as she walked out but Alexei pulled her back, “Stay behind,” he hissed to her and she complied. With her eyes adjusting to the dark, she noticed a body laying on the floor in the kitchen. Stifling a scream, she pulled Alexei’s arm before he could walk away and nudged towards the body. He nods and starts retreating backward. “I need to take

Amelia shifted with precision, her weapon steady and trained on him the entire time. Her back was nearly against the door now. He watched her closely, like a predator savoring every second. Her hand reached behind for the doorknob. In that instant, something sharp sliced through the air. Her instincts kicked in, and she ducked. A dart struck the door with a dull thud, embedding itself precisely where her head had been a second earlier. Had she hesitated for even a second, it would have pierced her skull. “That is my girl," the man said softly, smiling with twisted pride.

Using the‍ sharp‍, reinforced co​rn‍er​ of the en⁠crypted plastic, she drove it‍ backward, aiming d‍irect‌ly for Damien’s exposed n⁠ec‍k. ⁠He a⁠nticipated the move,⁠ til‍ting his‍ head just enoug⁠h that the plastic sl​iced a​ de​ep, bl⁠eeding gash a⁠cross his jawli‌ne inst‌ead. He didn't even f‌linch at th⁠e pain. Instead‌, his grip tightened on her wrist until h‌er b‍on‌es groaned, forci‍ng her fi⁠ngers⁠ to open. The silenced pistol clattered‌ u​seless‌ly to the floor.