Sharp Objects Amma Novels & Stories

Enraged at being dismissed, Amara lunged forward and grabbed my arm. “You can’t run from the truth!” “Let go,” I said. The two words were ice, and the cold authority in my voice made her tremble. “I won’t!” she screamed, yanking on my arm. “You fake, pretentious bitch!” I ripped my arm from her grasp. “Ahh!” Amara cried out. She used the momentum to throw herself backward. She fell deliberately, right toward a surgical tray of sterilized silver scalpels. A sharp silver blade sliced across her arm. Blood instantly gushed from the wound.

Guess Sharp wasn’t so sharp anymore to know the right time to come. “It’s Amber, Sir.” He responded, his voice firm. I have had different wolves work with me over the years but none had the courage of Sharp. It was as though he could read me because never for one did I smell fear in him. Whenever he was starting to quiver he would quickly get himself into position. “What about her?” I roared out of annoyance. Funny how she still happened to have a way of ruining things for me even though she wasn’t here. That little wench.

With a simple glance to his men, all of them lowered their guns. Amara Gabriel. She is known as the greatest swordswoman in the Mafia world. The mafia boss who uses swords instead of guns or anything that a Mafia boss usually used; she's different from all of them and even more scary than them. With her swords, she ends a bunch of lives. "What do you need from me?" She asked coldly. "I need to kill you," the woman uttered and pointed her gun at her as if she was gonna scare her with that. "I will kill you," she added.

If looks could kill, they have obliterated her at that moment. "Hello." Amira cleared her throat. "My name is Amira Haddock and I'm from the Hunter's Organization." A hush of anger filled the room. "I know that doesn't sound right." She quickly went on. "Especially in this setting, but..." She lowered her gaze to the podium. "Things are different now. Things are changing." She shut her eyes and for an instance felt the familiar motherly and fatherly warmth of her parents beside her.

not like this. To Be Continued...

she takes his hand and Musa smiles at her affectionately. "It's okay, Amma," Musa assures her. "It's fine," Mahone wears his hoodie again, then finishes the orange juice of the glass. Salma sighs and leaves the room. "Don't mind at Amma's words," Musa speaks softly, sitting beside him. "She's just worrying about me. Bro, please come back to the point. Can you give me any slightest about what you did? Why someone stabbed you with a poisonous weapon?"

Chiara The first thing that I see when Amari gets close enough is the glimmer of the blades that she seemingly summoned out of nowhere. She twirls them around in her hands, the sharp black metal making a swishing sound. She slides on the floor and crouches, and in one fluid motion, she swipes at my leg with her blades. I jump back just in time, but the fact that I didn’t expect all of this is making my mind slow and sluggish. I end up colliding against the door, the metal doorknob burrowing into the crook of my back and sending sparks of pain throughout my body.

My words cut through the Akuma's noise and went straight into Sharra. Laeddin blinked, startled. Sharra's mouth fell open as she faced me, death in her eyes. Immediately the knife changed course. It no longer headed downward but angled and went straight into Sharra's chest. The sound, like a blade forced into a honeydew melon, rang through the room. An eerie hush fell over the Akuma. Sharra gasped, shock permeating her features. "What - " She swallowed, looking down at the blade. It was buried deep in her chest. Her eyes filled with pain. " - have you done?"

It doesn't take long for me to sense Ammy's presence and luckily it's not far from me. I pull out a short knife from my boot, this one is tiny and sharp, it comes handy when needed. Thanks to my keen sight cell's lock open in one clear shot... ***