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.

Our plan. And to Peter’s left, standing so still she seemed part of the shadow, was a woman who could only be Morwen. The witch. She was slender, wrapped in dark grey wool, her hair the color of smoke. Her face was ageless, neither young nor old, but her eyes… they held a depth that made my skin prickle. They were the green of deep forest moss, and they saw too much. "Jessica Blackthorn," Peter said, his voice like stones grinding together. "Or should I say, Lancaster-to-be?"

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.

“He asked me to tell you to call him.” She watched me for a moment longer before continuing to eat her chocolate donut. “I swear I’m going to end up gaining weight if I keep this up.” I laughed. The girl had an incredible body and never gained a pound. “Sure!” Susan was beautiful: a natural blonde with a killer body and beautiful blue eyes, just like her mother’s. Or so I had seen in the photographs she had shown me, though she looked more like her father. “So, what happened?” Susan watched me from the other end of the sofa as she popped another donut into her mouth.

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.

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.

She let out a squeal and the call went silent. The driver pulled over and I looked out the window staring at my apartment building. Well it used to be my apartment building now I lived in one of the most luxurious apartments. Susan ran out of the door and my face lit up. Her straight blond hair was cut just below her shoulder. She wore a pair of black skinny jeans and a band shirt two sizes too big. "Oh my God," Susan breathed, taking her eyes trained on the car. “You have a BMW.” I rolled my eyes, biting back a smile. "I don't have and are you going to keep gawking or are you going to get in."

I throw on my jacket, and Susan pops a question. "What shade of grey is that, though?" I am on the verge of replying to the famous movie fifty shades of grey, but I stop myself. "This is mink. It goes well with green and black." "I honestly don't know how you do it, girl," Susan mutters. Her eyes are coated with slight admiration.