Ava Sharpe Novels & Stories

Every movement felt observed, not threatening, but known. Safe, she thought. And trapped because that safety was so obvious. Her phone buzzed. A news alert, from some financial site she’d never paid attention to. Unnamed investors reconsider positions amid internal shifts at Sharpe Holdings. She frowned and opened the article. The wording was all careful. No drama, no direct accusation. Just phrases like confidence shaken and strategic reassessment. As if it were just the market being the market, not people sending warnings. She didn’t need anyone to tell her who was behind it.

"Try not to have too much fun." I really, really doubted that would happen. Later that night, my Elysium app buzzed. It was a group chat, clearly started by Cipher. Cipher: SOURCES TELL ME...📢📢📢 ...that a certain Miss Sharpe is going with a certain CEO to the WHITMORE GALA! 🎉🎉🎉 This is real, people! Oliver: The Whitmore Gala?! That's where all the super rich and famous people go! 🤩 Is it like a date?!

Arthur cut her off and handed her this card of his which the lady took. I rolled my eyes. “He has a payment chart…he sure is living like a president.” Payment was made. Three of the security men I had earlier seen standing by the door came forward and started to lift the shopping bags out. Alpha Arthur effect, I guess. “Thanks for coming, ma’am. Have a nice day.” The lady said as I left. We took the elevator. Arthur made sure to look anywhere else which wasn’t at me. Thanks to the men carrying the shopping bags that somehow helped hid the awkwardness in the elevator.

ARTHUR Both Arthur and Rah stared at each other as Rah finished reading the passage. It was one intense passage and while Arthur was seated on his chair, Rah was on the floor, reading it aloud for both of them. “Sharpe – Daniels,” Arthur muttered remembering what Mila had claimed her full title to be, ‘Mila – Daniels – Sharpe.’ And she had claimed she was the alpha of the ‘Daniels – Sharpe’ lost clan. “But it is weird, isn’t it?” Rah spoke as he stared at a picture that was demonstrating brutality of twins.

“I got this file directly from the Sharpe Hotel’s security personnel. You can verify it with them if you like. Unless you also want to brand their staff as liars. Though I doubt Alpha Eliott would appreciate you throwing such accusations at his men.” Eliott Sharpe is the owner of the Sharpe hotels and Alpha of the Deathclaw pack. The elders may be brazen enough to challenge Emery’s sons but I doubt they are stupid enough to incur the wrath of another Alpha—much more Eliott—who is known for his low tolerance to anything or anyone who insults his authority. Eli, Ava, and Alfred seem to realize that as they exchange uneasy looks. It almost seems like they want to say something but ultimately de

“Mom, Dad, I’m going to tell you something, but you must absolutely not tell anyone else.” “What is it?” The spouses were very curious. “Promise me first.” “Alright, alright, we promise. Your dad and I definitely won’t tell anyone.” Sharpay nodded. Only then did she say, “Our CEO is Alex Rockefeller.”

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.

They quickly left the room, closing the door behind them. Lara helped Debra sit up, and she struck up a conversation. "Well, do you know much about Yvonne's father?" Lara's hands stilled for a moment, and Debra caught her discomfort. "Is his reputation terrible? And what's the Sharp family's real standing in Orkgate?" Lara remained silent for a beat. "The Sharp family has been respected for generations. Mr. Sharp is a well-known entrepreneur and philanthropist. His contributions to the city are widely acknowledged. He is a good man."

"You're not too bad yourself." "Not too bad? I'm awesome!" Alice defended herself. "Eh," Sasha shrugged and Alice gasped. "I am awesome!" "Slightly," Sasha said. "Fully!" Alice exclaimed. "Partially." "Fully!" "I don't think so," Sasha smirked. "Take that back!" Alice gasped. "Or I'll never share my chocolate with you ever again!" Brooklyn looked between Sasha and Alice as they play argued and smiled. They were the distraction she needed from Harry. *

Archer For years archer's way of dealing with pain and sadness was to ignore everything around him and pretend nothing and everyone did not exist. but it seems he could barely hold back anymore. While the first step towards getting his life back backfired, he knew he lost even before the challenge started he suddenly felt like a failure because he was in denial about his feelings towards her. Shortly after she left the bathroom back there at the diner, he waited a few minutes to arrive at his table