Fnaf Susie Novels & Stories

She grabbed Jane, who was trying to get inside, and there was a cold gleam in her eyes. “I’m warning you, Jane Dunn, don’t you ever stick to Haydn Soros again!” Susie would never admit that she was jealous of how close Jane and Haydn were. She was an S University student, and she only worked at East Emperor because she needed to earn her living and tuition fees. She was not like the other people there! Jane held the doorframe… She was so, so tired, and she really did not want to argue with Susie right now. She just wanted to get into that bed as soon as she could.

Natasha hesitated as she pointed at the pile of dirty clothes. " But I already did some laundry." Susie whispered and picked up the clothes. She went down to the laundry room and started sorting the clothes, so that there wouldn't be any issues. Moments later, the laundry was done. She walked upstairs to her former room. Now Natasha's. As Susie walked into the room, she got startled to see Jonathan here, on his laptop. " I'm so sorry sir. I didn't expect you home today..." " What?!" I mean...I..." Susie staggered back. What did she just say. Things are getting out of hand.

Grace, like Nathalia, was overjoyed when she saw the basket filled with strawberries. "Oh! Thank you so much!" Grace exclaimed. "My name is Susie Ferron, Ma'am." Susie introduced herself properly. "What a lovely name you have; it complements your lovely face." Grace couldn't take her gaze off Susie. Susie had these stunning hazel eyes and wavy hair that drew everyone's attention. "My name is Grace Young, but you can call me Ms. Grace if you want." Susie had learned a lot about the Young family in just a few weeks, despite her young age. It's all thanks to her mother.

The door banged open as Susie stomped into the kitchen with a spatula. "Jeremy! Get ya lazy hands to work faster, Rachelle Milison needs that chicken soup on her table in the next minute," Susie bellowed. A glint appeared in his eyes and he increased his stirring pace, we knew he had a crush on Rachelle Milison, a famous fashion designer who owned a famous brand called Delaney. "Hurry up Jeremy, your baby girl is waiting," Katie said in a childlike voice and he glared at her. Susie sighted Derry on the ground and seized him by the collar.

Susie Webb was about two hundred pounds of middle-aged sweet-faced girl in a navy blue tailor-made suit. She stepped into the office like she owned the deed on every man’s soul. You didn’t need to see her résumé to know she was the girl who hired people to polish the bullets for cool guys like Elky Jennings. She was HR, if HR stood for Human Reaping. Middle-aged, yes. Overweight, sure—but carried it well. Susie wore lipstick of the color of fresh bruises, hair in up do knot, sleek and smooth as a death certificate, pulled up so tight it looked like it had to hurt her brain.

Lena said. "I believed the certificate part," Susie said. "When do I get it?" "When I have time to make it," Lena said. "You found a seven-year fraud in public records," Susie said. "You can find time to make a certificate." Lena looked at her. She thought about all the months of Susie standing at the gate, showing up at the library door with food, texting Adrian when Lena forgot to eat. All of it is so quiet and consistent and entirely without ceremony.

She looked around for a while and then there was a look of pure terror in her eyes. “Did he send you?” she asked. “Tanasha, what are you talking about?” Susie asked. “How do you know my name? Did he send you to kill me? I told him I would give him all his money. Why won’t he listen to me?”Tanasha was getting more and more agitated and she tried to undo her seatbelt. “Tanasha, calm down. It’s me, Susie. We are going home to meet Tracy. Just relax. I will not hurt you,” Susie said gently.

Susan stated. After Susan had assured Mateo that she would send him the necessary details for their dinner, he responded with a simple "Alright" before they ended their call. Susan couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as she sat in her car, ready to take charge of her plan. "Yes!" she exclaimed softly to herself, her determination shown in her eyes. "I'll make sure I win this guy over. Sorry, Ariana, but Mateo is all mine." With a confident grip on the steering wheel, Susan accelerated, zooming through the streets of San Francisco. The wind whispered through her open windows, carrying a sense of possibility and adventure. As she drove, Susan mentally mapped out her next move, her min

Susan asked before settling herself down on the blanket next to ours. I grinned at my sister. After Kimia and Kamron, she knows me the best. “Whichever one she wants to tell us about,” Nate answered. “How many are you writing?” Sarina said, sitting. Rayan kissed Susan on her cheek before getting settled himself. Jimmy and Saoirse were right behind them, and Saoirse nudged Rayan out from between Susan and Sarina. Rayan sat on the other side of Susan. I laughed. I guess Nate’s cousins are still vying for Sarina, and maybe trying to get into Susan’s pants as well. “Only three right now.”