Black Eye Susan Novels & Stories

“Lachesis, this is the girl!” As she leans down to help me up, a tall, thin woman approaches us. Everything about her reminds me of spindles, down to her fingertips. Her soft blonde and white hair is in a bun, held in place by decorative sticks. Her gray eyes hold thousands of years of compassion and rage, hope and despair, yearning and disgust, all just under the surface of her thin, smiling lips. She is wearing a long flowy dress but what catches my eye is her eye. Or should I say, a pendant holding an eyeball that looks just like the Luna Regent’s?

Susan asked, turning to me, one eyebrow raised. “Absolutely,” I replied, forcing a smile. “I like that you take charge.” She smirked, satisfied with my answer. “Well, someone has to. This place needs a woman's touch. A real one.” I chuckled. Susan never held back her opinions. She was blunt, bold, and completely unfiltered. The opposite of Sarah, who always tiptoed around, trying not to upset anyone. Susan looked around again, her eyes landing on a painting hanging in the hallway. “And that,” she said, pointing at it, “that ugly thing needs to go.”

I scoffed finally realizing why everyone was feeling so borderlined today - Irina was around. She had her arms folded haughtily beneath her chest, only freeing them up in order to remove her dark sunshades - revealing her hazel eyes. "Why do you always have to cross paths with me everytime,Selene?"- her eyes held a tinge of disdain. I rolled my eyes as i exhaled briefly, thinking to myself sarcastically. Here she goes, flaunting her superb skills again. "First at the station... and now here. It's more like you're following me around. Seems like you didn't quite get the message last time" - She smiled, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth.

Dark bruises were forming on her arms—fingerprints, as if someone had grabbed her roughly. "Susan." I reached toward her, then stopped. "What happened?" Slowly, painfully, she turned to face me. Her eyes were red and swollen from hours of crying. Makeup streaked down her cheeks in dark rivers. Her bottom lip was split, a thin line of dried blood at the corner. But it was her expression that made my stomach lurch—raw terror mixed with resignation. Like she'd expected this. Like she'd been waiting for it. "Susan," I whispered, horror dawning as pieces clicked into place. My head pounded, memories of last night a blur... "Talk to me. Please."

She continued with the newspaper. "I'm Jake by the way. Jake Tucker." She now looked at him. "I'm Susan. Susan Hills." She was about to lower her head. "Such a beautiful name." "You think?" "I've never seen a lady who goes by the name Susan that wasn't ever beautiful. I bet if you take off your glasses, you'll have me spellbound." More like fall in love, Susan thought. She had the most beautiful reddish-brown eyes written in blood, danger, and death, but no one ever saw that. All they saw was beauty, the woman of their dreams, their future, but never what came next.

Susie concluded before she shut her eyes and was smiling, just like Tina was doing at the moment. Character description of Susie: She has straight black hair reaching down her shoulders, an oval face shape with pairs of almond-coloured eyes, heart pink lips shape, a pointed raised noise, full eyelashes. Susie is 5 foot 4 inches tall. Whereas Tina has straight pink hair that was quite longer than Susie's, a slim triangle face shape, pairs of grey colour eyes, heart juicy red lips shape, a raised slim nose, average natural eyelashes and she was 6 foot tall and a little skinnier compared to Susie.

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.

I reached for my water, my eyes tracking the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed. "Is that a crime?" "You don't eat here," he rasped, finally lifting his head. Those green eyes were blown out, the pupils swallowing the iris until they were almost entirely black. "You eat... there." He gave a sign vaguely toward the center of the room where the team was staring at us like we had both grown second heads. "I eat where I want," I replied. I took a bite of my sandwich, watching him. "Why are you sitting in the dark? You like being a ghost?"

And it was his way to comfort me. “Please Susan?’ she entered. I snapped my gaze at her and resisted the urge to roll my eyes. I was supposed to be excited to meet Susan Chang, a reputable woman in the entertainment industry who liked being backstage but held more power than most who was up front. Her claws and nails had dug to so many other things, like modelling, business, acting, music, fashion, cosmetic and investment. There were so many things she was into and her name was huge but her face wasn’t. She didn’t like the limelight but she was such an eye sore to be right now.