Black Eye Susan Novels & Stories

She blinked expectantly at her. "No, why will I" Susan shook her head with a smile, "Just that erm... did you come here to see him officially or personally because..." She ran her eyes over her clothes which were a long black overcoat, high heeled boots and her hair and face were made up like she was going out on a date. "...you don't look like you are going to meet him officially. You look dressed"

He rolled his eyes at his Beta’s antics, but there was a smile in the corner of his lips. Then my eyes fell on the short woman next to Tristan. With her short dark hair cut in a bob and her big brown eyes, she looked cute as a pixie. But I had a feeling that she could turn to a spitfire in a moment if she was pissed off. Just my kind of girl… “HI! I am Susan, the Beta female,” she introduced herself brightly, and I smiled at her in response. “Come with me! We don’t have much time!” she declared before pulling me along with her, and I turned back to Zane with wide eyes. And he had the audacity to shrug at me without even bothering to hide his smirk. The nerve!

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?

The long-sleeved, black dress she wore dangled all the way to her ankles as she elegantly sat down the sofa. Her contemptuous ocean eyes interpolated with the color of the red sea, and her perfectly molded nose was just as pink as the cherry blossoms in spring. She might be beautifully described, but she looked like a disaster. For more than a week of pooling her eyes with raindrop tears, her eyes were nothing like the tranquil sea. She was more like a turbulent ocean with obscure and vicious tidal waves. Dark, violent, and resentful was she – Elise, the widowed witch.

Susan asks confidently, looking at her with disdain. "Susan!" Eva exclaims as if seeing a ghost. "Was it you? How?" Eva observes her with wide eyes as if what she's seeing isn't a real woman. She seems to be looking at a vision until Santiago orders the lights to be turned on. The beautiful Susan, hand in hand with her husband, smiles happily while looking at Eva with contempt.

she said softly. “Lynx’s eyes,” assumed Hayden eagerly. “No,” she said sadly. Hayden’s face fell. “Describe them,” said Sprout. “The eyes? The whites of the eyes were bloodshot…,” she said, pausing. “And the eyes themselves?” Hayden prompted with another gentle shake of her shoulders. “They were black,” she said. “Dark brown, you mean?” he assumed. “No, completely black. The deepest colour I’ve ever seen. I’m certain,” she said.

All I knew was that after all of this, my clothes would be taken off. "My name is Susan. I'm twenty-four and I have everything it takes to make you happy. I'm 5'5" tall, with an hourglass shape and long hair. My eyes are stunning. I have a good bust, attractive hips, and heart-shaped lips for your pleasure." I tried to move my buttocks on his legs, acting as if I had done it before. "Is that all?" he asked. "You can feel it for yourself, I'm hot," I replied, and he fell silent again.

He didn’t like leaving Annie but he didn’t want to make her feel like shit. Annalise sighed and shook her head before wheeling herself to Mr. Black’s cubical. As soon as Mr. Black saw Annalise enter, he quickly shot up from his seat and walked up to her. Mr. Black was a man in his mid-fifties. His hair grey shined and he wore golden rimmed spectacles. His stomach bulged out of his body and he was a short man. “You must be Annalise. Mila had informed me about your arrival.” He said and guided her to his table and over a chair to make some space for her.

An awkward silence descended upon the room as they stood in wait. A gentle knock sounded at the door, “It’s open!” Penny called out. Heels clacked on the floor as Alex moved through the Hallway and into the living room. Bellamy and Lissa’s jaw’s dropped open as they looked at the woman that stood before them. She didn’t look like any demon they had ever known or leant about. She didn’t look demonic at all, if anything, she was a closer resemblance to an angel. Her ebony skin seemed to have an other worldly glow, her dark slick hair flowed down to her cinched waist. Grey eyes glittered as she looked up at Bellamy and Lissa staring at her almost star struck. A warm smile formed on her thick fu

Scarlett was ours; we would love and cherish her to the last day. "Have you noticed Scarlett's eyes are getting greener every day?" Maxwell said, and I nodded. I had noticed it too but Ignored it. "That is an unusual eye colour. It is almost neon, especially knowing she wasn't born that way." Clay deduced, and I sighed.