Cinayet Süsü Novels & Stories

Susan said to the servant as soon as she opened the door and came face to face with Susan. "Yes ma'am," the servant replied knowing Susan was a special guest of the family. Susan walked in wearing a small black body con straight dress which left half of her thigh to her legs exposed. The hands of the dress were tied at the neck leaving half of her back exposed. She wore a black rose on the dress small hands tied around the neck allowing some of the ends to flow down her shoulder. Her hair was neatly wrapped and she had a black disc fascinator decorating it. She wore a long gold earring and adorned both of her hands with multiple gold bracelets with two gold rings strategically placed on two

Right now. But then that would be an easy way out for her. I filled the syringe with the pale green liquid, holding it to the light to check for impurities. Susan's room smells heavily of sickness and expensive perfume. She was propped up on silk pillows, looking pale but still somehow perfect. Hair brushed. Face made up. Even dying, she had the nerve to look pretty. Damon sat beside the bed, his fingers interlaced with Susan's. His thumb traced slow circles over her knuckles. She leaned into his touch, smiling weakly.

That's why I also gave you a little payback. Blade's eyes turn cold. "What did you do? "I could not find any laxatives here, so I decided to use something that is a bit mean and funny. I heard your moan last month while making out with our leader. I bet feeling pleasure is your weakness." "Shut your damn mouth! What did you do to me?!" Suzaine's sinister smile grew wider. "I mixed a high dose of aphrodisiac in your drink. "

the only light source seemed to be the glittering disco balls hanging from the ceiling and the different colored spotlights shining everywhere. Cassie I can't bear it anymore, Rinna again murmured as they walked more further..The music blaring out of the speakers was at a high volume that damn it Rinna was scared that her eardrums would shatter . Come on dear for heaven's sake you have to stop being a fucking nerd, Cassie retorted helping her pass through the crowd of sweaty individuals making it to the bar .

“Are you certain? These would bring out the creamy color of her skin…” I peek over the door in terror, become immediately horrified. There’s more hanger than fabric on the gauzy, strappy red and black—well, things, because transparent as they are, I doubt in polite company they qualify as clothing— Suzanne displays for Ian. Thankfully, he’s completely unmoved. I duck down again, tying on the sandals. “Intriguing designs, Suzanne,” he admits, smiling and shaking his head. “But there’s no sense putting something on her I’m just going to tear off to get to what I want.”

He had to be at the table by 8 am to meet his sexy boss. He exited the bathroom with a towel around his waist and walked to the closet to look for the clothes. Every suit was black but the shirts were in various colors that reminded him of what Stephen told him at night. THE SUITS ARE BLACK WITH ANY SHIRT AND ACCESSORIES MATCHED. He took a crisp white shirt. It came with a striped tie, a bracelet, ring and decorative ear studs. He didn’t have any ear piercing so it was easy to clip them. He didn’t want to offend his Boss on the first day, lacking anything. He wore his shining black shoes and perfume from a number of choices on the dressing table.

Instinctively, he asked, “Is the poison really that potent?” “Do you think Cedric Bruh is incompetent with poison?” Sue’s tone was firm and displeased. Kiran's face grew even more serious. He took two steps back, distancing himself from the coffin to normalize his breathing. “What’s inside the coffin? Why is there such a strong poison?” Kiran asked curiously. Sue replied, “You should be asking what kind of coffin this is.” “What kind of coffin is it?” Kiran asked immediately.

She pulled her hand away slowly, her wet fingers shining, but she didn't cover herself. "Elena... I was just..." Elena's eyes met hers, a small confident smile tugging at her mouth. "Thinking about me?" She moved closer, her hips swaying slightly. Samantha nodded, unable to speak, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Elena reached the bed, her knee pressing into the mattress as she leaned down, her face inches from Samantha's. The scent of Elena's perfume, made her feel intoxicated and the scent mixing with her own scent made a fresh batch of wetness gush through her legs.