Black Eye Susan Novels & Stories

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.

Davis circled the block again, missing the hotel turn for the second time. Susan sighed beside him. “I’m just as nervous as you are,” she said. “Stop snapping at me.” He grabbed her hand and squeezed. “Sorry. We’re in this together, Sooze. We’ll do whatever it takes this weekend.” They finally parked and checked in. Susan changed into a sleek black dress that hugged her body perfectly. “Wow,” Davis muttered. She smiled and smoothed her hands over her hips. “We said we’d do anything, right?”

Susan suddenly turned her head and said viciously, "Who doesn't have eyes on purpose to trip me?" After saying that, I saw Mary Kinson, who was leaning against the wall leisurely with her shoulders in her arms, and there was a tiny light floating in the eyes of the good-looking fox, moving and indifferent: "The dog of Lavie Sue really barked happily, and barked incessantly in the early morning." Susan, holding the face of the hit makeup in her hands, rushed forward angrily and asked loudly, "Who do you think is the dog barking?" "Who should say who."

Although there were times when Jack gave her an inexplicably strong sense of familiarity and she really wished the Mister Long Legs she had been looking for to be Jack, she was sure Jack was not Mister Long Legs because she got proof. "Although Mister Long Legs was blind, he had amber eyes. His eyes were fascinating in the sun." "Jack's eyes are fascinating too! So many women are just attracted to his deep eyes." Susan retorted. Naomi smiled and shook her head, "But Mister Daddy's pupils are black, not amber. The color of the pupil is born that way. It doesn't change." "Okay. That's a shame." Susan sighed, "Such a shame Mr. Hough isn't Mister Long Legs."

Tossed away like she was nothing. But she wasn’t done yet. She refused to let Astor and Charlotte win so easily. If she was going down, she was taking them with her. With a deep breath, she scrolled through her contacts, stopping at a name that made her lips curl into a wicked smirk, Judah Blackwell. Her ally. A man who didn’t care about ethics, only about the highest bidder. And right now, Susan was more than willing to pay the price to bring Astor down. She hit the call button and waited, tapping her nails impatiently against the nightstand.

It was smooth, controlled, and rotten to the core. “Well… well… well. Look who we have here, almighty Susan Blackwood.” My entire body tensed. I stayed hidden. Susan’s voice was steady, but I heard the fear underneath. “Who are you? And what do you want?” A laugh slithered through the dark. “I’ve known you, Susan. Even before you were born.” She flinched. Barely. But I saw it. “What are you talking about?” she said, forcing steel into her words.

"Now is not the time." She smiled. "I was only informing you." "Informing me of what?" "The Black Queen knows you're here." A voice suddenly came from the trees. "I always know when someone enters my land." The wolves immediately lowered their heads. A woman walked out. She wore a long black coat. Her hair was completely white. Her skin was pale. Her eyes Black. Not dark brown. Not black like ordinary eyes. Completely black. She looked at me. And smiled. "Gena." My heart raced.

She had always been a very beautiful woman. “What do you want?” Grey spat out as he watched her lips turn into a smirk. “Is this how you treat your Ex-wife after ten years,” Susan asked. “Shove your pride up your ass, what do you want?”he asked. “I heard you were trying to get your case to court for your release i am just here to stop you,” Susan said, “What do you mean by that?” Grey asked and then froze, he looked at Susan again, she was dressed in luxury, not a regular luxury. She wore a diamond necklace and ruby rings. Then it all clicked she was her because she was the one stopping him from being released.

I am so worried about how bad these dreams get each and every day. I know something is bothering you and as I always say, take me as your best friend and feel free to tell me anything and everything.’ Mariam, Susan’s mother says sweetly to her, to which she nods her head positively. After a little more conversation with her daughter, Mariam retires to her room to continue her sleep. ~> Introduction to characters. Susan Parrish, female protagonists/ Black’s mate. There’s going to be a lot of her POV’s. Jones Black[Abbadon], male protagonist. There maybe a considerable amount of POV’s in his name.

As the initial surprise settled in, Daisy found herself enveloped in hugs and laughter, her worries momentarily forgotten in the embrace of friendship and celebration. The room buzzed with chatter and laughter, each moment etching a memory that would stay with Daisy for years to come. Amidst the joyous chaos, she couldn't help but steal glances at the file still clutched in her hand, a stark reminder of the weighty decision looming in the back of her mind. "Happy birthday, Daisy," Christiana said, handing her a small gift with a knowing smile. Opening it, Daisy found a beautifully bound journal, its pages pristine and waiting to be filled with her thoughts and dreams.