Ava Sharpe Novels & Stories

Sharper. “That’s me,” Matty says. “No, that’s me,” I say, looking at Matty. We look at each other in confusion, “Matthew Sharper. M Sharper,” he says, pointing to himself, then at the chauffeur’s board. I point to myself. “Maria Sofia Harper. M S Harper.” We both started laughing. “Oh, my goddess. This is fate.” Matty says and we both start laughing as we walk towards the driver, who simply grunts at us both.

Victor Castellano. He looked up as she approached, his piercing gray eyes locked onto hers. He was younger than she’d expected, probably in his early thirties, with sharp features and an air of authority that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. “Miss Harper,” he said smoothly, gesturing for her to sit. Olivia hesitated before taking the seat across from him. “I appreciate your punctuality,” he said, a light smirk playing on his lips. “It shows you’re willing to cooperate.”

Fight how you would fight if he was a true enemy. I am a runner, I’m sneaky, and I am a shifter. I stepped up, dipping low, twisting my body on to the ground as I stretched my leg out, swinging it with force. The palms of my hand rest on the soft fabric beneath our feet, but my claws break through, and I can feel the cushion deep within. My leg hits the side of his knee, causing him to buckle, and lose that strong stance he took. He tries to catch himself from falling as I twist my body back up, lifting my knee high, making contact with his chin. His body begins to fly backwards. I grabbed both of his arms, pulling them out, separating them from each other as I pulled him back up towards me,

Shirley sent the text and smiled sheepishly. The two came back after a short while. Shirley kept her eyes on them as they shared the soda with everyone. Azriel got to Shirley and dropped both the soda and the phone right in front of her, unlocked. Shirley smiled and shook her head as she read the message she'd sent earlier "Mission failed successfully," Shirley murmured.

“Hello?” “Miss Sharp. Do you have a moment to speak? I had an update on the negotiation terms,” he said with a hint of pride.

"If I were one of the executives, I would go along with whatever Mr. Durham and Ms. Sharp said." "Ms. Sharp is the best of all. She gathered so much money within such a short time. She even worked with Mr. Durham on his research and produced some results!" "I heard that Ms. Sharp's target is 35%." "Is she aiming for the sales to increase by 35%?"

“Her depression, her lack of focus… it’s all affecting our work.” One of the shareholders hesitated before speaking up, his tone hesitant. “But Sharon is our best person. We’ve never had anyone else who can handle such high-profile clients, especially during such a volatile period.” Aria’s lips curled into a subtle, calculating smile. "Best person?" she repeated, mocking him lightly. "You mean the best person who’s too wrapped up in her personal drama to get anything done? If that’s what we want, someone who’s falling apart, then we can keep her. But if you want to keep this company on top, we need someone who’s stable, focused, and ready to lead."

At that moment, everyone was gaping, be it the candidates, the elders of the House of Arms, or the millions of cultivators in Middleton City watching the screen! Shar's might was far more than what anyone had given him credit for! "It's over! Caleb's going to lose!" "That's right! I heard that the Taran Sword Sects' Rain of Swords is Taran's ultimate technique, but Shar has already mastered it!" "One could expect nothing less of Middleton's top genius! It's almost scary!"

I calmly asked. For a moment, Amara kept her eyes on me as though she was trying to figure out if she should be honest or lie. At last, she narrowed her eyes, letting out a sigh, and said, “Yes, I do. But it's not only me. It's everyone else who thinks you are not right for our boss.” "Why? I haven't done anything to offend you or these people that you speak of." I asked in a casual tone. "Because you have brought disaster to our Boss. Our boss always put his family first, but since you entered his life, there have been deaths and confusion among the Sharpe. And this morning another death news arrived that Mr. Miles Sharpe is dead."

Out of the blue, Sharon asked, "I heard you’re going back to Highridge University? I know quite a few well-known professors there. Want me to introduce you to a few?" I felt a little embarrassed. "That’s alright. I wasn’t exactly the best student before... I doubt any of them would be thrilled to have me back." She waved it off enthusiastically. "Don’t worry, the ones I know are all pretty easygoing." I hesitated, then reluctantly said, "Professor Sharp..." Sharon blinked in surprise. "Him? Oh wow, he’s notoriously strict." I pulled a face. "Exactly. And I didn’t leave the best impression last time. Now he’s even tougher on me."