Black Eye Susan Novels & Stories

he demanded, his voice laced with anger. Sabrina's face broke into a grin, but to my shock, she transformed into an unfamiliar woman. She was striking, with black eyeliner accentuating her midnight-black eyes and black lipstick on her lips. Her white hair cascaded like snow, and she wore a black corset dress that added to her enigmatic allure. Her sharp, black nails gleamed menacingly.

Susan looked so gorgeous in her jade green bikini swimwear with leopard motif wrapping cloth under her belly. “Thank you, Elena.” She put off her sunglasses and placed on her head. She turned around and looked at the surroundings as she came near to Elena’s standing point. “It’s clear. I just checked it.” Elena handed her the file envelope. “Thank you for your understanding. I just don’t want people getting our photos as much as they like.” Susan shrugged and took the envelope from Elena’s hand. “I understand about it.” Elena held her hair from covering her eyes as the wind was coming more rustic.

Cammie had gone full Harley Quinn, complete with a baseball bat covered in rhinestones. "You think this is too much?" I asked, turning sideways to check the back. "Babe, nothing is too much here," Keiko said. She was applying red lipstick, her hand steady as she read her cupid bow. "Besides, you look hot. Own it." The door swung open and Madam Fantasy walked in. She wasn't old. She was maybe in her mid-forties, but she carried herself like someone who'd seen everything twice. Tonight she wore a black suit, her hair pulled back tight, her expression carried everything that she was about. Business.

With a surge of power, the Jade Eye leaped, soaring over the rope with supernatural grace. It didn't even graze a hair. "Whoa!" The rider pulled the reins. The horse spun around, and Serena Blackwood turned to face the crowd. The face that was revealed was dangerous. Her eyebrows were sharp like golden blades, her phoenix eyes burning with a cold fire. Her features were exquisite, possessing a handsome, almost aggressive beauty. Under her right eye sat a small red mole, adding a touch of bewitching allure to her fierce expression. The sunlight hit her face, and for a moment, the crowd forgot to breathe. She was terrifyingly beautiful.

I glanced at Susan again through the mirror, my eyes glazing over her smooth and silky auburn hair pulled back from her tanned face into an elegant chignon and those grey eyes so similar to her brother's, not to mention that banging figure and those long as hell legs. Easily, Susan trumped me in the beauty department. Obviously I can't beat her model like figure with my slightly chunky frame and my muffin top. I don't even have exotic features despite me being one quarter Mexican, all I had was long, limp ash brown hair and dull blue eyes. But today, with my hair pulled into an elegant up do and the dramatic smoky eye I was currently perfecting, I felt more on par with dear Susie. And beside

I could feel the breeze lifting the hem of my skirt, whispering across my knees like it had secrets to tell but couldn’t decide if I was worth the trouble. They were still talking business when I came—the big guy, glass in hand, and Susie parked solidly beside him, sitting on the edge of a wrought-iron chair like she expected me to curtsy. Susie Webb had a lot of presence: built appropriately like a fortress and wore her South Sea black pearls like warning signs. Her smile was on, bright and fake, stretched across her powdered soft face like a bed sheet hiding a corpse.

"Excuse me for a moment both of you." Sandy reappeared with a couple I had never met. The fellow was rather nondescript, but the girl was practically a carbon copy of Sandy except taller. Her jet-black hair was cut in a straight line at her naked white shoulders. Her deep brown eyes shone with good humor, but somewhere back there was a sparkle that capered with the gentle radiance of piercing intelligence. The dark formal evening dress she wore showed more than a hint of the tops of her lovely breasts. They were set off with a diamond pendant that sparkled and shone in the slight shadow her cleavage cast between them. I heard Susan shout "Richard!" and felt a rush of air as she ran past me a

The image insisted on remaining, vibrating in his mind like a poisoned temptation. In the back seat, Susan remained handcuffed. Her blonde hair, now dark with rain, stuck to her face, framing green eyes that sparkled with something between defiance and amusement. Beside her, Kira curled up like a wounded bird. Her small body trembled under the soaked clothes, and her teary brown eyes reflected pure fear. The contrast was brutal: Susan was insolent, almost predatory, while Kira exuded fragility. Yet, there was something subtle in the glances exchanged between the two—an invisible thread of complicity Juan couldn't decipher.

She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Dimitri and Pete walked through the door, Pete went to work on the soup, Ivan whispered to Dimitri about her arms. He looked over but said nothing. Pete cleared this throat, and Jade looked up. Her eyes a pale gray, almost white startled him he dropped the bowl of soup shattering the bowl when it hit the ground. He broke his stare, and grabbed a cloth, “My apologies you're eyes aren't as gray as they used to be. It’s almost a pale white,” he whispered.

It wasn't only humans with the annoying habit of putting people down. Her name was Ebony and she was absolutely beautiful, even with the massive square-shaped, thick-rimmed glasses she wore. Her complexion reminded me of brown caramel and her eyes were a liquid hazel color. She had chubby cheeks which doubled in size when she flashed us her perfect, white teeth, and her hair was always kept in braids that were cropped short with silver beads embellishing them.