Fnaf Susie Novels & Stories

"Susan York. I curse you to die painfully just like our son did." I spoke too quietly for her to hear, but I could see the dark smoke over her head to prove that the curse was set. "What are you spacing out for?!" Susan was still snapping. "The dog cost you nothing! If you lay another finger on it, I will send footage of you torturing it online, and your family won't get to survive in town!" She had thousands of sub-accounts, but she had never used those to cancel anyone else. She could be kind, but she was kind to anyone but me.

Lana shrieked and explained hastily, "Sorry, sorry! I set an alarm for 7 am, but I turned it off when it rang. I told myself I'd sleep for just ten more minutes, and I didn't realize how much time had passed … " "Just hurry up and get ready. I'll buy you breakfast. What would you like to eat?" Larissa unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car. "Bread and a cup of coffee. Thanks, sis!" Lana said and made a kissing sound. If Larissa put everything aside, she could probably be fond of a cute sister like her. Alas, a family like that had made it impossible for her and Lana to be loving sisters. Besides, she wasn't sure if Lana was really as cute and naive as she appeared to be.

Susan held in the urge to laugh when he tried to lift her luggage and nearly tripped himself over. She helped him lift it out of the trolley and rolled it out while the kids rolled theirs as well, and soon they were on their way out of the airport. Susan had to move back home because she had gotten a job opportunity concerning a fashion concept she had nonchalantly uploaded on the internet. A renowned fashion company contacted her just at the nick of time because she was running dry financially speaking. She would have stayed back in the foreign country that she was in, but she had more than herself to look out for, and besides, the payment that the said company was offering was very temptin

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.

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