Black Eye Susan Novels & Stories

Which made her hate the event forever. Susan could still see it clearly. Emilia in a deep blue gown, her dark hair swept back, her smile soft but knowing with a seductive style. The way Boris’s eyes had lingered on her for a second too long. The way Emilia had met her gaze without flinching. As if she already knew she had won something Susan did not even realize she was losing. She was just twenty two, according to what she heard from the employees and Susan couldn't be more distraught. Did her dear husband think she was now...old for him?

On the right side, there was a huge area for reception and three of the girls were sitting on their given seats, working on a computer. She walked to them and stood there dumbfounded. "Hello, welcome to Valentino enterprises. What can I do for you?" one of the receptionist said to her, smiling. "Uhm... I am here to meet Kristopher.," she mentioned, then, in a second, everyone who heard was paused, staring at the face of the small girl. All three of the receptionists were staring at her innocent face, startled. Is she girl is the woman of Mr Black? How come she be the woman of that hunk? According to her appearance, it doesn't look like it.

the lady replied smoothly. From the corner of her eye, Emma saw Mrs. King smiling warmly at Martha, while Mr. King remained entirely focused on his phone. Deeply relieved that the master of the house wasn't paying attention to her yet, Emma took the opportunity to assess the lady's appearance. The woman was stunning. She appeared to be in her late forties, yet the flawless smoothness of her complexion and the sheer elegance of her luxury clothing gave her the appearance of being effortlessly, timelessly beautiful. Her eyes were honey-coated—easily the most stunning hazel eyes Emma had ever seen.

Then, she took a step and moved forward. When she was near to the jeep, she felt that someone was standing behind her and curling her hair into his finger. She became afraid and did not know who he was, but in her thoughts that man appeared who was sitting on the bench. She turned back suddenly to see him but her hair was on the finger of that man, which gave a little pain to the head when she turned. The "ouch" of pain's voice came from her mouth and then he left her hair. His eyes are pure red like a blood color and his skin is so cold like ice. She became panicky when she saw his bloody red eyes. He was much closer to her and she clearly saw him in such darkness.

Lucas stood at the front steps, hands behind his back, posture straight but tension running through him like wire. The car door opened. Black Louboutin heels touched the marble first. Then a tall woman stepped out elegant and beautiful, sharpened by age, not softened. Susan Hale. Lucas's mother and Ethan's stepmother. Her coat was long and looked expensive. Her hair pulled back tightly, not a strand out of place. Her eyes were sharp. Calculating. The kind of gaze that didn’t look at things, it saw through them. She looked like she was in her late sixties.

“They sold our bloodline to buy a title. Now, let the court record their ruin.” Susan slowly lifted her head. The bright, rhythmic orange flashes of the afternoon sirens were gone, but the pale, stark white light of the spotlight exposed every single line of panic etched into her face. Her vibrant red hair the exact same shade as mine was completely disheveled, spilling over the high collar of her stained wool coat. Her gray eyes, once sharp with calculating malice, were wide and bloodshot as she locked onto the gold crescent brand pulsing hot against my throat.

WANTED ALIVE Name: Blue Iris Clayton Age: 24 years old Hair color: Natural blonde Eye color: Blue Height: 163 cm Body type: Slender OFFENSE: Stealing West Colony’s property REWARD: Ten cartons of goods. Protection and be a citizen of West Colony. CONTACT US IMMEDIATELY “Fuck!” Dread bolted through me. “Have you seen that woman?” I stiffened and my hand tightened the hold on the poster. “Excuse me?” I eyed the man beside me. He had thick dark blond hair. Shorter than me in a few inches, but had a few pounds and had deep brown eyes, and there was something in those orbs that gave me unsettling chills. He was wearing a clean shirt for someone who came to trade.

Sarah’s tear-filled eyes slowly drifted away from the blinding fire, scanning the dimly lit, tension-filled room. In the far corner, completely swallowed by the oppressive shadows, sat Elana. The former Luna of the Blackwood pack looked impossibly frail, her exhausted, aging body slumped heavily in her wheelchair. Deep, dark, bruised circles completely stained the delicate skin beneath her eyes, and her hands visibly, constantly trembled where they rested tightly in her lap.

She knew Bens a bit therefore he really wasn't a stranger and Brenda liked him still she just wanted her mama. So Mackayla followed him into the house "thanks." Susan came over about noon she smiled at Matthew. He smiled back and deciding if he couldn't have Mackayla well Susan was more his type anyway. She had long black hair, was bronzed skin tone, green eyes, and was funny as hell. She was a little husky but oh well. Blake noted how much of an oxymoron Mackayla was today Carson agreed with him.

The same freckles dotted her face, but her eyes — her eyes were black as liquid obsidian. “Destruction.” Susan pressed her hand to her chest. She was breathless, her heartbeat racing like that of prey about to flee. But she was not prey. She never had been. She knew it. “My lady?” Lena asked, lightly touching her shoulder. “Is everything all right?” Susan did not answer. She walked slowly to the tall window. The sharp breeze of Zimorodok Valley touched her face, and there, beneath the red moon, she heard it clearly.