Sharp Objects Amma Novels & Stories

The sword fell with a clang to the stone ground and Ammy gathered all of his strength to reach it, crawling forward on his stomach, ignoring the painful protest of his body. Ammy's hand closed around the cool hilt, and she hunched over the sword, shielding it from Jones as the shadow of her father fell over her. Rough hands grabbed her, Jones growling incoherently, and Ammy was turned. She rolled over, going with the momentum and brought the sword with her. She swung it back and forth in front of him and Jones leaned back to avoid being sliced.

Mehrbano (Amma) is an orphan keeper, she lost her spouse and children in an accident and since then she started taking care of the children's in the orphanage. Everybody calls her Amma as she loves all of them equally and treats them like her own child. Amma and Haya have done their shopping and were on their way to the orphanage. "Umm Haya, I forgot to buy chocolates for Zainab. You wait here I'll be back in a minute" Zainab was a girl from the orphanage and she is a huge fan of chocolates. "Amma you wait here I'll get them" saying this Haya went to the store and bought chocolates.

, i yelled at him . Samia POV : hell everything happening wrong with me . i want to make the their life hell.here i'm with a child which definitely i don't want . i don't like children. yes this is not shehryaar child and i'm not his wife . but that dumbo think that nikah(marriage) was really . I only love the Ammar . he is more intelligent. but always shehryaar thinks low about him and insult him and beat him in front of other . he makes us suffer. he kicked him out of his office . we didn't have to feed our self . then we shake he hand with shehryaar enemies .now Ammar is again working for shehryaar and me as his wife . we planned everything . his gang was weak . his wife left him . every

Third person's POV. Amaya was laid on a flatbed unconsciously as a bald man was busy working on her back that was pierced through by a sharp arrow. The bald man was a metal man who dealt with killing metallic poison or wolf bane. In other words, he was a doctor who specialized only in removing sharp objects from inside a wolf or a human. The first image Amaya saw when she regained her consciousness was the bald man in a white coat, kneeling beside her. She heard soft footsteps and distant voices as she tore her eyes open.

RYDEN Motherfuckers! I didn’t know how did they find us. They were always two steps ahead of us. My guess is it was Samarah. She was pissed off when Zarah declined her offer. “Did you bring the sword?” Amelia asked. “Do you really have to ask me that?” I smiled at her. “Verum revelare.” “Wow.” She looked impressed as she glanced at the sword holster that appeared on the back. “You mastered it.” “Put this on.” I gave her the holster. “Don’t shift. We can handle this.”

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Ogechi chirped in. "Yes"Amara said in a whisper as she averted her gaze from both mother and daughter. Lydia let out a laugh and dropped the pounded yam. She clasped her hands together and stared at Amara. "Oh you are even answering me. No respect again abi?" Amara was frightened. She didn't know what she did wrong. She made sure to pound the yam well and it looked fine to her. "Ok amara so this pounded yam has no lumps? No just look at the rubbish you cooked for me"Lydia added.

The man's grey eyes shifted to the knife, then back to Matthias'. Amanda was the name of his knife. "Pretty, isn't she? She's made from a special steel in Africa. I went to great lengths just to buy her and have her designed. See the hilt?" The man tilted the hilt of the knife at Matthias' face. Matthias flinched and moved back. The blade was so close to his face. It could cut him and end his life anytime soon. The hilt was decorated with a wolf and some scale-like pattern, making it look like a fantasy vintage knife.

“SAMARA, HOLY shit. . .” Amaris’ voice was laced with awe, and I was left staring at the glass cabinet slowly opening, until it completely opened. The archery equipment stared back at me, glowing, as if calling me to touch it—to take it.

MAX She is absolutely stunning, every line and curve is sculpted to perfection. My eyes trail over her porcelain skin. Her long black hair is wet and is clung to her back. Her perfectly round peach bum is staring at me, begging me to come closer. It is taking everything to hold Maddox back. I shove Maddox down and shift back.