Fnaf Susie Novels & Stories

Susan is really getting the hang of the transmitter commands. Susan has removed her panties and is naked from the waist down. Danae steps over to help her undress, grabbing the bottom of her blouse and lifting it up. Susan raises her arms to let Danae remove her blouse and toss it aside. Leaving her hands in the air, Susan smiles at me as Danae unfastens the front clasp of her bra and lowers her mouth to my sister's exposed nipple.

Tiana, the current elder of the witches faction released a low peal of sarcastic laughter. "I thought bearing the title of an elder makes you mature but obviously you still have a trace of stupidity in you." Suzy walked in and removed her jean jacket before settling next to me. "Excuse you, who are you?" Tiana cocked a brow and stood arms akimbo. "Even your tone is laced with an element of dullness, I'm Sussan Delaney and I'm not pleased to meet you." She scoffed. "What makes you think I will be thrilled to meet a hoe-looking bitch!" Tiana booed her with her thumbs facing downward.

"Emma, this is Alwyn Hill from Hayshiport, and the lady by his side is his fiancée—" Before Ron could finish, Susie had already eagerly grabbed Emma's hand. "Emma, hi there. I'm Susie Leif, just call me Susie. We're friends now." "Hi, Susie," Emma responded. Susie quickly said, "Alwyn and I are nothing, definitely not engaged. Don't listen to their nonsense." Alwyn could not stand hearing that. "Susie." Susie pouted. "If you keep picking on me, I'm not marrying you."

“I suppose she does have red hair and blue eyes like Emma.” Susie’s glare softened. “That’s what I was thinking, too.” I smiled at her affectionately. “Yeah, okay. I see what you mean, then.” Susie beamed. I wasn’t sure why it meant so much to her, if maybe she just wanted to feel included in my possible, scandalous swapped-at-birth situation, but I could give her this little concession. It didn’t really matter anyway. I leaned against the far arm of the couch as Susie typed on her laptop, presumably searching for more images. “Also, I’ve decided to get a restraining order against Henry.”

Roman yelled. I ignored him and focused my attention on Sue. She was gorgeous, like all the women in that family. She looked a lot like her mother, former Beta Charlotte, but with brown hair instead of blond. It was also a little wavy. She was tall and slim, with none of the curves that former Luna Lily possessed. But I guess Luna Lily was the only one of her sisters who had curves. The rest were gazelles and looked like top models. Sue had hazel eyes, and she was wearing jeans and a blouse yet looked so fancy. I guess she could wear a garbage bag and still look good.

Susie is so angry and embarrassed that she bursts into tears. There was no way she could go back inside the Gala. She refused to return to the ballroom and face Amanza without Holland. So, Susie walked around outside. She had no idea where she was going but hoped to see a taxi. When she turned the corner, she flagged down the one taxi cab going by. He stopped, and she got inside the taxi, giving him her address so he could take her home. Susie sighed in relief, removing her shoes from her swollen feet. But still very frustrated, her eyes filled with tears; she was so angry that she sat in the back seat, complaining vocally.

“It’s not romantic, Suze. This is insane. He’s rude, manipulative, and very unhinged. Also, he stole my underwear today.” Susan blinked. “...Okay. I'm gonna need snacks for this. Hold on. You stay there and start from the beginning. The beginning, Autumn!”

"Don't worry, I'm not romantically involved with Xoan." Susie was a little too paranoid. "I have my own judgment," Susie said, "I picked up some hidden feelings between you and Xoan. Otherwise, I wouldn't have called you out." Yaslyn looked at her. "Rest assured, Xoan and I will never get together."

Today's sunny afternoon in the middle of winter was the wedding of Matthew Kanne, the wealthy American bachelor, and Nicholas' younger sister, Ficanzi de Sanctis, who must have changed to Ficanzi Kanne. She had been doing me a favor by looking after Anna and Penelope, and I had often asked her to let me know how they were doing since I couldn't go anywhere with the security around me tightening up. Ficanzi not only told me, but she showed me pictures of them. Penelope was already doing so well; she had gained weight, was in the healthy category, and was definitely happy. It was the same with Anna, but she often asked me where I was, how I was doing, and why I never came to their place anymor

I had to use my brain! We made a stop in the basement where people in glasses were, just like me. There were a dozen including myself, all wearing ordinary clothes but some were missing a shoe like they were taken in a hurry. There was even a little redhead girl next to me with an ashen face, sitting in the same position as I was. She looked familiar that I was sure I had seen her before. But I couldn’t pinpoint where exactly. Then, with a click of my tongue, the toothless smiling image of the girl in local news popped in my head. Van Rensselaer! She was on the television that morning, the only surviving member of Van Rensselaer family who owned the biggest construction firm in New York. The