Sharp Objects Amma Novels & Stories

Amma chipped in. “Ohhhh… I didn't realize it's such a piece of cake!” I can't believe she's making it seem so easy. I've avoided the clinic for days. It's been hard controlling how this thing works. I just keep hearing thoughts that don't interest me. Now, I know how dirty-minded people are. You smile widely at someone and your thoughts are strangling them? What a pity. That is what Amma calls a gift. “Are you sure she'll show up?” For the first time today, Amma is showing a valid concern by asking this question.

Amaris I ran and ran, staying in wolf form and putting as much distance between myself and Kenton as possible. My wolf is angry at me, not wanting to be away from her mate at all. And here, I am, wanting to be on a completely different continent than the one that he's currently on. I run for the majority of the night, noting how much sharper my eyesight is now that I have my wolf, compared to how it was before my shift. Before, I was practically night blind. And now, I can see just as well as if it were broad daylight out, I think, peeking through her eyes as we slink through the next town over. The cover of darkness, thankfully, keeps me hidden from any of the townspeople.

Their actions were steeped in a deep appreciation for life and relationships, values that took precedence over material gains. Amma finally found her voice, her words tinged with gratitude. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice carrying the weight of her emotions. Then, her gaze returned to her daughter, who was slowly awakening from the ordeal. Rithanya's eyes opened, revealing confusion and a touch of disorientation. Amma's heart clenched as she tried to gauge the impact of the attack on her daughter's consciousness.

Just stay down, stay quiet. Amaya came up beside me, blood flushing down her face but her eyes sharp and alert. She had a knife of some sort and it cut through the ropes easily. A merc got in our way, bringing up his weapon, then Amaya was shooting him without pause. She had an icy, professional look on her face, like she’d done this a thousand times before.

They turned toward the voice who was Max holding a glass of mango juice, he walked toward them and held the glass to Jayla who grabbed the glass and sipped softly the juice. "Friend, how are you doing?" Mattia said as he playfully shoved Max, but he kept his face stern and not at the moment to laugh right now. "Mattia, what are you doing here?" Max said crossing his arms, Jayla choked on her juice as she stared at his bulging muscles. "Are you okay Jayla?" Mattia asked after she tapped her heart who blocked her respiration. "I'm alright." She said, looking on the ground. Max smirked proudly as he knew that she felt something toward him, not love but more like attraction.

Thunk. Aiden's ears perked up at the new sound that came from the same direction she was in. Just ahead he could see it. The clearing that had started it all. Amidst that clearing was Amira with her back to him, her arm up and brought back with a knife between her fingers. She wore a brown leather jacket and jeans, her white hair put up into a ponytail. As her arm went forward, the knife flew from her hand and struck the trunk of a tree across from her. It hit with a hard thud of the butt end against the wood before it fell to the ground. She let out an aggravated sigh as she walked up to and picked up the knife. Soft rumble of thunder drew her attention to the sky as he entered the clearing

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.

She turned to Isabella’s trailing her glove-clad fingertip along its edge, unbothered by the sharpness that could so easily slice through flesh. Isabella’s heart stilled for a moment. “You…” she breathed, horror flashing across her face. Amma smirked. “You look surprised.” She twirled the blade between her fingers, her movements languid, almost bored. “Wait. You thought I was joking when I said I would kill you and have your lover watch? You thought I would let you go? Did you possibly think I would let you live?” A twisted chuckle bubbled from her throat, dark and unhinged. “No, sweetheart. You have spent enough time on this earth. Your death—” she exhaled deeply, her eyes fluttering shut a

Malachar said calmly, "and your packs will be spared. Refuse, and you will share the fate of all who shelter the abomination called Amara Kings." "What fate is that?" Alpha Thompson asked. Malachar smiled, and it was the most frightening thing I'd ever seen. "Complete annihilation." He picked up one of the guns from the box. It was a metal sword that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it. "These blades were forged in the old times," he stated. "They can kill any werewolf, no matter how strong. Even one with powers that shouldn't exist." My heart stopped. He was talking about Amara.

she says with a bubbly smile. With a look of curiosity, Amelia unwraps the pouch to reveal two very unique weapons. I’ve seen these weapons before back at Invictus but haven’t seen them in action. They have black hilts, a long blade in the middle and two smaller pronged blades on each side. Amelia’s face currently looks like how mine did the first time Chris took me to a candy store. “No way! You got me a pair of sai!” She exclaims enthusiastically. Yildiz chuckles, “I knew you’d like them. They’re forged from iron, so you’ll find them very effective.”