Sharp Objects Review Novels & Stories

Blurb: “Rule number one, no harm comes to my daughter. Rule number two, don’t you dare touch me.” Austin’s voice was cold, sharp as ice. “Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir.” Alyssa stammered, nodding without daring to meet his gaze. --- At twenty-two, Alyssa Stewart had her whole life planned out; graduate from New York State University and head to LA to chase her dream of becoming an architect. But when her long-term boyfriend betrays her with her best friend and runs off with their savings, her future crumbles. Penniless and heartbroken, she crosses paths with Austin Hook. A prominent attorney and grieving widower, Austin lost his wife in a tragic accident and now struggles to raise their young daughter alone. When his daughter’s nanny quits unexpectedly, Alyssa, on impulse offers to help, just until he can find a replacement. But what happens when his daughter, Keren, grows attached to Alyssa and starts wishing she could be her mom? Can two broken souls find healing in each other, or will the ghosts of their past keep them apart? Read this book to find out. The Billionaire’s Nanny by Queenebunoluwa15

Held Light, Held Close follows Celeste Bradbury, a quiet, disciplined young woman who arrives in New York to work with the world-famous band Luminous Riot. Raised in the hush of convent halls and foster homes, Celeste has learned to survive by moving gently, listening closely, and building her life out of small, steadfast rituals. But the music world is loud, chaotic, and unkind—especially under the sharp eye of Paul Logan, the band’s volatile lead singer who meets her composure with relentless mockery. As weeks turn into months, Celeste maintains her quiet routines, her faith, and her dignity despite the storm around her. She becomes a still point in the band’s restless orbit—an anchor none of them expected, and a mirror that reveals what each member is running from. Through rehearsals, touring, backstage politics, deadlines, and private battles the world never sees, Celeste’s presence begins to shape the group in ways that defy explanation. The House She Built is a story of chosen family, slow-burn transformation, unspoken tenderness, and the quiet power of a woman who refuses to break—even when the world demands it. It is about the sanctuary we build within ourselves, and the imperfect people we let inside.

"Sign this agreement," she commanded, her tone steady yet laced with danger. He seized her wrist, pulling her close, his gaze sharp and furious. "Do you even realize who you're dealing with?" he hissed. "Cross me, and you'll regret it." She tilted her head, a daring smile on her lips. "Then let me fall… into the chaos of your heart." "Heart?" His smile was icy, merciless. "No, Valentine… this will haunt you forever. You'll long for escape, but I won’t grant it." Valentine Spade rules her world like a queen of the shadows, and right now, she wants only one thing: Luther Steph, also known as Rayde Mendel. Why did she drag him into a marriage neither of them chose? Is it love, obsession, or vengeance? He seeks retribution. She demands his devotion. In a world where trust can kill and desire can ignite wars, their bond could either shatter everything or awaken a power darker than either of them imagined. Two unstoppable forces. One binding agreement. A story of passion, power, and peril. Dive into the dark, irresistible saga of the Wolf King and his Mafia Queen.

Keisha learned how to survive in D.C. by minding her business, staying sharp, and not letting nobody get too close. Five years ago, Malik disappeared without a word. No goodbye, no explanation—just gone like he never existed. She took the hit, buried the pain, and kept it moving the only way she knew how. Now he’s back. Same city. Different presence. And a life attached to him that feels heavier than anything she remembers. Keisha can tell right away—this isn’t just about old feelings. Malik is tied into something deeper, something dangerous, something that doesn’t let people walk away clean. And his return means whatever he ran from is now circling back through her life too. She didn’t ask for answers. But now she’s in too deep to ignore them. In a city where loyalty gets tested and silence can cost you everything, Keisha has to decide if she’s protecting her peace—or stepping back into a world that could swallow her whole. And Malik? He didn’t come back for closure. He came back because leaving wasn’t the end.

“I, Rhys Blackford, reject you, Felza Blackford, as my chosen mate.” His words felt like sharp blades slicing through my body, and I couldn't seem to stop those knives or the words from penetrating me. “Rhy…Rhys! Don't do this,” I croaked out shamelessly, even after catching him with his destined mate. I know this all seems confusing, but yeah, I caught my mate and husband with his destined mate in our bedroom, and he chose the cowardly way of punishing me for his sins by rejecting me. “We vowed to never hurt each other, Rhys! Even if we meet our destined mates,” I reminded him, standing up straight and looking into his eyes. “It was before meeting her, but now that I know the feeling of a real mate bond, I don't want you anymore,” he threw the words carelessly with indifference. I know the Moon goddess paired mates to have a symphony in packs, but sometimes bonds and destiny didn't stand a chance in front of true love and soulmates. But now I know it's bullshit because the so-called true love and soulmate kicked me to the ground and ruined me.

His hand shot out, gripping her chin tighter, forcing her to meet his eyes “listen carefully and make sure this words stick in your head” “You belong to me, I own you. No matter how far you run.. i will find you and then the next time you try to escape, I will make sure you are in a wheelchair for the rest of your life. Do you understand?” Rosa’s body shook as his words sank in, each one a cold sharp blade, she nodded unable to form words. ******* Sold to Italy's most feared mafia don to repay her father's debt, Rosa's life becomes a prison. Her only way out? Escape - even if it means running while eight months pregnant. But one wrong move leads to betrayal, a bullet, and her disappearance. Years later, Rosa reemerges as Jia - a new name, a new life, a loving husband, and twin children. She's finally free... or so she thinks. When fate brings her face to face with Silvio, the man she fled, Jia must hide the truth at all costs. But with each encounter, danger grows and so does a forbidden attraction

The air in the Parisian haute couture salon smelled like money and fear. I’d waited six months for my wedding dress. Now, it was draped over the shoulders of Sofia Ross—the trending influencer, and my mafia fiancé Vincent Cassio’s god-sister. The salon manager was sweating bullets, his eyes darting between me and the man lounging on the velvet sofa. Vincent Cassio stood up. He adjusted a fold of the diamond-encrusted train on Sofia with a casual flick of his wrist. “Her premiere next week needs a statement piece. She’s borrowing it. Pick something off the rack and stop making a scene.” His tone was flat, final. Under the crystal chandeliers, Sofia admired herself in the full-length mirror, a triumphant smile on her lips. I looked at my reflection in the same mirror, wearing jeans and a soaked trench coat. I looked like a lost tourist. Suddenly, the entire past year of planning felt like a sick joke. I didn’t yell. I just felt cold. Numb. I slipped the five-carat engagement ring off my finger. It hit the glass coffee table with a sharp, final click. “You’re right, Vincent. I don’t need this wedding dress. This wedding… I don’t need it either.”

How painful is it to grow in the oppressive bitter cold? Is it because the desire for revenge is so intense? For the sake of love, Christabel's life became turbulent in an abysmal way. She never knew falling in love was a great crime until she found herself in a situation that made her doubt her love, not giving her a chance, her life was destroyed within the range of five months. She dreaded the emotion 'love' and its accomplice. All hell was let loose when her cunning enemy sent her to a place a sane human will not dare spent a second in. Her stepsister will not stop until she collects something she believed she snatched from her. As if that was not enough, she was accused of murder and was cast out by the person she so much respected. No dulling! Life is hotness for hotness and coldness for coldness. It is a time to be brave and sharp; like the biblical-edged swords. She decided to show the other side of the by taking revenge! Prove her innocence and regain her lost pride. The question here is, is she innocent? Who is the real murderer? Will she be courageous In the face of all these adversities? Will all these come to a full cessation? What is her fate amid this chaos? Will her lovely mum and mentally handicapped sister be able to save her despite them being poor? Will her life be ever meaningful?

For five years, Marco Falcone was the perfect man. Or so I thought. The illusion shattered on the night of our engagement party, when his mistress crashed it, a five-year-old boy in tow. The boy ran straight to Marco, crying, "Daddy! Daddy, I finally found you!" It had to be some kind of sick joke. But then Marco turned to me, his voice stripped of all warmth. "This is my son, Leo. A… mistake Sofia and I made five years ago." "Leo is the Falcone heir. I have to legitimize them. That means I'll be engaged to Sofia first." "But Lydia, believe me, I still love you. We can have our engagement party in six months. You're going to be the Donna of the Falcone family. I expect you to be generous and understanding. This is non-negotiable." I laughed, a cold, sharp sound, and slid the engagement ring off my finger. My eyes scanned the room and locked on the man in the corner—Lorenzo Moretti, the most powerful Don in New York. He held another title, one only I knew: the man who’d been trying to make me his. "Don Moretti," I called out, my voice clear and steady. "I find myself in need of a new fiancé. Are you interested?"

The room is dimly lit, the air is filled with the smell of sex and alcohol; the guy laying next to the girl is panting heavily. She on the other hand is laying next to him, all curled up; soft whimpers are coming out of her lips. The guy wraps his muscular arms around her waist and pushes her a little away from him. She opens her eyes halfway through and stares at the guy, his hair sticking to his forehead due to the sweat; his dark brown eyes are closed. His sharp features are glistening, when the little rays of the sun hits his face that is coming in through the window. Forwarding her hand, she caresses his thin lower lip with her index finger and closes her eyes. "Get out." He says in a harsh tone from beside her. Her eyes flutter open completely hearing his harsh words; she always thinks why he acts so badly with her? Retracting her hand back to herself she sits up, her lower belly aches in the bitter sweet pain. A groan comes out of her mouth and her hands go straight to on top of her lower belly, to caress it. His clothes and hers are scattered around on the floor. The entire room is a mess, the bed sheet is all crinkled; pillows are off the bed.