Sharp Objects Amma Novels & Stories

When Levi Ezra and I got married, he had solemnly vowed he would love me for a lifetime. Seven years later, he got another woman pregnant — a woman he had so carefully tucked away in a luxurious estate, complete with everything money could buy for a perfect, pampered delivery. By the time I discovered the truth, his mistress's belly was already round and heavy. Her due date was just around the corner. Levi had hesitated — for barely a second — before instinctively shielding her behind him, as though I were some threat. He said, "Nikki, you're terrified of childbirth. Now that this baby is coming, the Ezra family will finally have an heir. You won't have to suffer anymore. We'll still be the same as before. Nothing will change." I clutched the freshly issued pregnancy report in my hand — the one confirming my own child — and let out a laugh so sharp and brittle that it shattered into tears. The day his mistress went into labor, I terminated my pregnancy. I left the divorce papers on his desk, packed my bags, and boarded the first flight to a foreign land.

The Sullivan brothers had always treated me like I was their whole world. That changed the day I was diagnosed with an aggressive brain tumor. The pain soon grew unbearable, and I was told I might lose my memories if I opted for surgery. I reached out to the brothers. I did not want to forget them, and I needed their help. However, when the call connected, the only thing I heard was an icy, sharp voice. "Summer, it's Yvonne's birthday today. Can you not ruin it for once?" I blacked out from the pain. When I woke up in the hospital, there was a message from Yvonne on my phone. "Summer, the boys gave me these lucky charms for protection." Attached was a photo of three silver pendants, each engraved with the brothers' initials. I knew those pendants well. I had spent seven hours in the freezing rain just to get them blessed. That was the moment I gave up. I went abroad alone for the surgery, and with it, all my memories of the brothers faded away. I completely forgot about them until one day, three strangers knocked on my door, begging like madmen for my forgiveness.

They were raised to protect her. They never realized she was the one holding the pack together. Born of the Beta line, Lexara Veyne was trained to steady Alphas when instinct burned too hot and loyalty fractured under pressure. With a mind sharp enough to read power like strategy and a gift known as Resonance, she can calm rage, expose lies, and turn chaos into control. When cracks form in the ruling Alpha line, Lexara is pulled into the heart of pack politics—where strength is measured not just by dominance, but by restraint. Surrounded by overprotective brothers who believe they’re guarding her, Lexara navigates shifting alliances, forbidden attraction, and enemies who mistake her calm for weakness. But she doesn’t need to raise her voice to command attention. She doesn’t need to bare her fangs to win. As old laws begin to fail and the pack edges toward war, Lexara must decide how far she’s willing to go to protect what she’s built—especially when hatred turns to desire, and love itself becomes a dangerous variable. Because when a Beta’s flame is pushed too far… it doesn’t burn out. It burns through.

Claire, the chosen one by the moon goddess was born to Omega parents and unable to shift at sixteen, she experienced loneliness and exclusion. Alpha Jacob had mated with her and heartlessly dumped her the next morning because she was a human. Upset Claire flees, concealing a three-year-old child. Four years later, destiny reunites them, sparking a story of love, deceit, and a band that could possibly make a comeback. ************************* Mike noticed her with his sharp eyes and enthusiastically yelled, "Momma!" before running towards me. His face lit up with a bright smile as I eagerly embraced him, his happiness infectious and briefly lightening the burden of the difficult situation. While embracing Mike closely, I made eye contact with Alpha Jacob. At that moment, I noticed a spark of recognition in his gaze. He had only just discovered that Mike was his child. Claire who is disguise to be Bella resolve to protect Mike and maintain her new identity, as Bella is tested by Jacob's relentless pursuit and the undeniable connection between him and Mike. The story concludes with an air of uncertainty, as Bella must decide whether to confront her past and potentially reconcile with Jacob, or to continue safeguarding her son and moving forward without him.

Axel leans down, his breath brushing against my ear. At first, he bites lightly, just enough to make my breath hitch. Then, his voice slips into a whisper, “I’ll give you a warning, Hazel." He says so slowly and deeply. And then he continues, "Don’t ever raise your hand at me again. Do you understand?” I force myself to look up at him. I don’t know where the strength comes from, but I manage to say, “Or what, Axel? What are you going to do?” His eyes darken, something sharp flashing behind them. For a second, I can’t tell if I’ve shocked him, impressed him, or made him furious. ****** The Don is a strong, cold, powerful man. His voice alone makes men tremble. Ruthless. Powerful. Precise. Commanding. He thinks he can control me.....own me. But he’s wrong. I’m not one of his mistresses, not another woman he can use and discard when he’s done. he can’t contain. He might rule the Morelli empire, but he’ll never rule me.

His large hand wraps around my throat just enough to make my pulse race, pinning me to the rain-slicked cabin wall as thunder rolls outside. “We can’t keep doing this,” he growls, but his hips grind against mine, hard and insistent, while his free hand slips under my skirt to find me already soaked. I whimper, arching into his touch, craving the sharp sting of his palm across my ass, the way he commands me to come for him like I’m his dirty little secret. My father’s best friend, the man who’s been in my life forever finally breaking every rule to claim me roughly, deeply, until I’m trembling and marked by him. What begins as one reckless, forbidden night spirals into an addiction of heated stolen moments, whispered dominance, and raw need… until the truth crashes down, pregnancies and betrayals threaten to shatter us, and everyone we love demands we end it. But how do you walk away when the only person who owns your body and heart refuses to let go?

"Your mate was the last piece to the puzzle. I sent my men there to kill her while you were busy fighting with the alphas. I knew once she was dead you would be blinded by rage throwing off those sharp scenes of yours, leading you right into my trap. I may not be strong enough to kill you...yet, but this silver box is strong enough to lock you away forever. Maybe the others are okay with bowing down to you, but I bow down to no one! I'm the alpha of alphas!! I'm the new king, I'm the alpha king!" He growls out from the other side of this silver box.I let out a loud roar causing Tim to back away from me covering his ears. "I'm going to kill all of you!!!" I roar out as I start to claw and punch the wall of the silver box, trying to get out.***Betrayed by the wolves. They took everything away from him. His mate, family, and friends. They locked him away inside a silver box to live out the rest of his days. All he wants is to make them pay, but once he's finally get free he's in for a big surprise.

"This is my first time... it hurts... oh, it’s bleeding..." Allie winced as a cut from the kitchen knife throbbed on her finger. Liam glanced at her, his face full of concern, and applied the medicine with a sharp, almost angry tone: "I’ve told you not to go near the kitchen! Just tell me what you want to eat, and I’ll make it for you!" For Allie, her 20th birthday gift was discovering her boyfriend's betrayal with her best friend in bed. Furious, she turned her back on Nick and married Liam Hart, the city’s most influential and untouchable man. From that moment, she faced endless challenges: Nick’s constant manipulations, Liam’s family scheming against her, and the toxic people in their lives. Everyone sees Liam as the perfect, doting husband—no one knows the price she pays for his love. Exhausted, Allie faced Liam one night, her voice trembling with frustration: "Liam Hart, you are a monster in disguise." Liam, looking hurt, replied with a soft grin, “You wound me, darling. How could I possibly be a monster when I’m the one who’s supposed to protect you?”

The night of our engagement party, I found my best friend playing a dangerous game with my fiancé. The casino on our family's private yacht was where I found them. Clara was sitting on the lap of my fiancé, Killian, the Falcone family heir. Killian held a sharp family dagger, its tip snagging the thin strap of her dress. The blade traced a path along her collarbone. The slightest pressure would snap the silk. It was a dangerous, intimate scene. I stepped forward with a frown, but Killian just scoffed. "It's just a little game to liven things up, Principessa. Don't be so tense." Clara's eyes narrowed, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "We're just playing a traditional family game. The knife game. You don't mind, do you, sweetie?" I was about to speak, but Killian's expression hardened. "We just got engaged and you're already trying to control me?" So I said nothing. I just drew my custom pistol from its holster on my thigh. "So, it's a game," I said. "Then let's play for something real."

When Elena defies her controlling father to escape an arranged marriage, she lands straight into the hands of another devil—Rowan Blackwood. Her arrogant, cold-hearted college bully is now a powerful CEO… and her new boss. Desperate and out of options, Elena accepts the job, thinking it’s better than marrying a stranger. But Rowan has other plans. With his twisted rules, cruel smirks, and a sharp memory of their shared past—including the slap—he seems determined to make her life hell. What begins as a tormenting work dynamic takes a darker turn when Rowan presents her with a shocking proposition: a contract marriage. For reasons he refuses to share, he needs a wife—fast. And the only one he trusts to play the role? The woman he can’t stand. Elena. Trapped between her family’s expectations and Rowan’s ruthless games, Elena must decide if playing his fake wife is worth the price of her sanity—or maybe even her heart. But in this war of wills, pride, and passion, nothing stays fake for long. A scorching slow-burn romance where the office is war, the contract is a trap, and love is the most dangerous rule of all.