Amma Sharp Objects の小説・ストーリー

“She’s inside and there is another man!” “Wait here.” Omar replied, helping the she-wolf to rest against the only wall not covered in blood. Omar moved calmly, pulling a hunting knife from his coat pocket. The way the blade winked wickedly in the pale light sent a chill down Chloe’s spine. She decided there and then she had seen enough of weapons and murder today and turned away from the door, gulping in air. Her throat burned and the bitter taste of bile still haunted Chloe’s mouth. Above her the clouds were breaking and golden sunlight was now filtering through, casting long shadows between the trees. It was too beautiful for the gruesome scene.

" 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

Farrer suppressed his anger at being destroyed by Harvey. Harvey raised an eyebrow, just listening to understand that Farrer was lying blatantly. But Harvey didn't expose that lie, pretending to know nothing. Harvey turned to look at Gemma, who now stared in astonishment at the infamous man who was lying so blatantly. She couldn't stand it any longer, initially, she didn't want to show her rudeness in front of others because it wasn't good for her image but this time she couldn't stand before a psychopath like Farrer.

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.

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