Best Susan Mallery Series Novels & Stories

Then the door opened again. Julian’s mother, Elise and Lisa entered the diner. A few others trailed behind them, women in their social circle. They spotted her and the air shifted instantly. “Well,” Elise said, gaze landing on Susan like a stain. “If it isn’t the embarrassment who finally found her way back into high society.” Williams and Kai immediately stepped forward but Susan held them back. “Still pretending you belong here?” Lisa added, lips curling. “Or did you find yourself another rich man to leech off of", she added, eyeing Williams and Kai.

So, Abigail patiently explained, "Mallory's mother, Daisy, is my mother too. Back then when she left my father, she was already pregnant with Mallory..." With this explanation, Susanna understood. "I see. From now on, I'll treat Ms. Guzman better." Before this, Susanna did not have a much favorable impression of Mallory. The hospitality Susanna gave to Mallory was merely perfunctory. Now, after she learned that Mallory was Abigail's sister, her attitude changed immediately. "Ms. Guzman, just let me know if you want to eat or drink anything. I'll definitely prepare it for you."

She also poured herself a cup of coffee and sat far away from Hazel. The lounge was quiet, with only the sound of two people drinking coffee. "That... Actually, I hope you are the daughter of the Denmark family!" Susan couldn't help it. She looked at Hazel and hatefully said, "Although I hate you...but Mandy is even more annoying!" Hazel almost laughed out loud. It turned out it was more fun to sit here drinking coffee with her old enemy Susan than dealing with those hypocritical directors.

"How would you suspect me when you were all so busy chasing shadows? You were too preoccupied blaming Alexander and Yvonne for the horrific deaths of the witches. Trust me, I enjoyed every bit of the murder." **Flashback...** Anne vividly remembered the day she lured Susan into the restroom with her dark powers. The memory of how she manipulated Susan, leading her to her doom, played out in her mind like a sinister movie. As Susan stepped into the restroom, Anne was waiting, her eyes gleaming with malevolence. Without a moment's hesitation, she struck, killing Susan in cold blood, reveling in the sheer power she wielded.

Someday the rest of humanity would grow up to his vision. All he had to do was keep creating and remove things that were a threat to his legacy, Jack Sullivan being at the top of his list. But Sullivan would be wary now. Which meant the next trap had to be even better thought-out with a better bait, something the detective couldn’t resist. * Ashley added another small dab of white to the Prussian blue. No strange visions, no headaches—a good day. She mixed the paint carefully. She had finished four works in the two weeks since she’d promised Isabelle the new series. Her loft was a good place to hide from all the police and FBI agents who’d been coming and going on her property.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Marceline. Abigail left. She abandoned this family. Someone had to step in and pick up the pieces.” “You already know this,” Marceline said cooly, returning to her usual refined way of displaying her anger, “but she’s back here now, in her husband’s home. It’s time you returned to yours.” As if on cue, the maids began bringing out what they packed. It was not much, just a medium sized suitcase, and two small overnight bags. One of these small bags caught my attention; I hadn’t seen it before. And I had been around the day Susanna had arrived. I had seen the luggage she had brought with her.

"There's so much to explain, but now is not the right time. Your safety is our priority. Once we get you to a secure location, you'll be free from the shock, regain your memories and fill in the missing pieces. Trust me, Nalita." As Mia wrapped a bandage around Suzzane's head, her mind began to wander, and flashes of her past flooded her consciousness. It was as if she was watching a movie of her earlier life, a life filled with pain and hardship. She had been an orphan, passed from one owner to another in the despicable secret trade of slaves until she ended up in the clutches of a ruthless mafia household - Vito DiMarco. The three sons of the mafia boss had been perverts, taking advantage

Third point of view. In all of her wildest dreams, Susan never expected that the murderer would be a medical personnel, let alone a mere nurse, let alone someone who she’d been speaking to just now. She had forgotten her phone, as always. She came back for it only to eavesdrop into a conversation she never should have heard. She felt disgusted and mad. Disgusted that it was her colleague, mad that she even denied it! How horrible could people be to kill others and frame another for it? She was utterly disgusted.

Somewhere outskirts of NY… Susanna took a mini vacation from a small town just outside of New York to kill the chase and buy some time, because she knew Rex already suspected her of the plot against Cherry and her recent absence might give him the hint. With James and Anna gone, there isn’t a soul that knew what she had done or knew where she was hiding, and sooner she will have to move out of the motel to cover up her tracks.

Maya said to Susan who didn't seem to run out of people to send, how many women were locked in this hospital? “Don't worry, you will learn patience in time,” Susan replied still treating this like a classroom practice, this time I remembered where I had seen this before, it was Jane when she tried to frame and kill Avery, everything seemed to be very interconnected, how deep did these roots really go? “Fine let's talk,” Susan finally said, by this time, Maya had already defeated more than one hundred women and I wondered how she could keep up. “Why did you decide to betray us?” Susan asked, looking serious for the first time since this interaction began.