Sharp Objects Amma Novels & Stories

Her weeping fell on deaf ears. Little Ameira cried her heart out, until— “AAAAAAAAH!” As quick as a lightning, she grabbed the knife hidden underneath her pillow and stabbed her uncle’s neck. She held it tightly and pushed it deeper. “Die! Die! Die!” Little Ameira screamed, letting out a loud, stretched-out, and wild maniacal laughter as she simultaneously stabbed him. With all her strength, she pushed the old man’s convulsing body, suffering in the throes of death.

' Ammar asked in a very sharp and acidic tone, Noor ever heard from him. (who did this?). Arman glanced at Ammar once who was standing beside him and put the gun on the counter. While Noor placed the cup on the counter and briefly looked at both their wounds from afar. ' ab bache wo Fuzail ka baccha.' Haris replied with venom dripping. It was a mere sentence that left Ammar to clench his jaw and Noor to shudder at her place with shock. that surely was not gone unnoticed by Arman. ( he won't be alive for long).

Another step and she was facing me, her beauty barely hidden under the veil. Amma stood before us, her staff fitted on the ground. For a second, she looked nothing like the Amma we knew. Her eyes glowed, claws elongated as it grasped the sacred wine cup. Swiftly, her claws dug into my palm, drawing a cut that spilled blood into the wine. She turned to face Elise, to perform the same on her and I felt my heart in pain. She doesn't have a wolf. Cutting her palm was going to hurt, right?

Robb frowned and pinched the bridge of his nose, saying, "young lady, do you think I'd just lend you a few of my weapons like that?" Ammon appeared from Amaria's shadow, placing four small purse bag full of qeros on the counter and saying, "This came from the bandits I killed ." As he gaped at the qeros, Robb's mind went blank and his face turned pale. 'When did he grab all this?' wondered Amaria, Elex, Dove, and Teresa. "You said you killed...?" Amaria nudged Ammon's arm as she chuckled awkwardly as Robb stuttered. "I'm well aware of his capabilities, Lady Amaria," Robb said as he adjusted the rim of his glasses on his nose.

Amara Pain makes you honest. My knees buckled as her blade caught me in the ribs, the edge sharp with something more than steel. It sliced through skin and memory. I gasped, vision doubling for a second. The blood running down my side felt colder than it should’ve. Fracture-blades didn’t just cut the body. They cut the soul. She smirked as I staggered. “You thought love would shield you?” “No,” I panted, straightening. “I thought I didn’t need to be shielded anymore.”

Ama wandered through the silent streets. A strange feeling settled over her. Not loneliness. Expectation. As though the city was waiting. In the center stood a massive circular plaza. At its heart rose a single monument. Not a statue. A mirror. Twenty feet tall. Framed in living vines. Its surface shimmered like liquid glass. Ama stepped closer. This time, her reflection did not appear. Instead... Countless faces emerged. Men. Women. Children. Old. Young. All smiling gently. Then, one by one...

lots of love, amara<3

Amanda faced me again and motioned me to come over. "Look," she said and showed the spear she was holding. She pointed to its end. "As you can see, it has a sharp edge but its blade is not that long. The normal spear here for us will have the blade reach here," she then pointed to half of the spear. "But this one has only two inches." Amanda then showed the sword in one hand. "Same with this one. It has two inches for it's point and the blades are not that sharp as the normal sword. See this?" she pointed to the large space after the blade. "The purpose of this one is obvious. When you get stabbed, the only thing that will enter your body is the two inch blade. Our skin is kinda hard so even

She missed him so much. She had finished making the spear and was about to strike, when she felt a strong grip, she tried to wiggle away but her efforts where futile. She kept pushing and pulling but she couldn't free herself from the group. Amira recognized the Warriors to Beavertail Juan's but they didn't recognize her, she added the bids due to child beats so she looked chica which has shipped in fact do and the mold which splashed on her face while she was trying to find food prevented the Warriors from recognizing her. One of the warriors said

"I'm not going to lie, Amari. I was one of them for a moment. You don't understand. Everyone is used to seeing you weak and pathetic, and then you get up and stab someone. Your action was unpredictable." "I'll admit that I was a little heavy-handed." "A little?" Sharon challenged. "A lot heavy-handed, but enough is enough. Wait, we need to make a pit stop. I need to change first." Sharon patiently waited for her outside Alpha Beaumont's bedroom. Amari was surprised to find the bedroom in order. She could've sworn Alexander had torn down the place. How had it been put back together so nicely in such a short period? She quickly changed into a sports bra and spandex shorts. She was abou