How Did Suzy Sheep Die นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Suzy grabbed me to move close to her neck, tilting her head to mine as well so we could mark each other at the same time. Fuck. I can’t believe this is happening. I wish this was just a nightmare and I would wake up. But I know this is real. This is the cruel and inhumane reality. My fangs come out and I lift for momentum, my wolf feeling disgusted at what we were about to do, but we can’t do anything because even if we manage to kill Suzy from where I stand, it will cost Hailey’s life. She will get electrocuted to death and there was no fucking way I was going to let that happen.

Her gut twisted with unease. She quickly opened the messages, and her expression shifted instantly. “What happened?” Stephen caught it at once. Stellar drew a deep breath. “Suzy’s mom attempted suicide. She’s in the hospital now, still unconscious.” She rose, grabbed her bag. “We need to go now.” Stephen recognized the urgency in her tone and left with her immediately. They sped through the streets and arrived at the hospital in no time. Following the room number Suzy had sent, Stellar made her way down the corridor. As they neared, they heard soft sobbing coming from inside.

It was a conversation between Suzy and Gregorio. "What did you do, Suzy?" Gregorio asked furiously. "Greg, it was for both of us. I could not stand Saito anymore!" Suzy complained. "And you killed him? Are you stupid?" Gregorio seemed not to know. "Yes, I killed him! Now we can get married and enjoy all the money!" Suzy confessed. "Stupid! You killed him without finding out where the research he was working on is? Are you dumb, Suzy? That's worth millions!" Gregorio yelled.

Charles just laughed, his eyes vacant and empty. "Kill her? You're overthinking it." Suzy was just a pawn to him, someone he would not touch unless she became a threat. However, Suzy was indeed dead, which meant only one thing: Winter must have killed her.

In a weak struggle, she managed to come up for air only to see Suzy climbing out of the water. Suzy’s movements were very fast and she disappeared out of her view while she coughed and coughed out water, her eyes heavy as she struggled towards the dock, atop which she managed to place her hand, lift herself out of the water and collapse onto the wood on her stomach, grateful to be alive. Suzy could have killed her. And she knew that it wasn’t over.

“Hey, Cat.” There was a beat of silence, then a sigh of her own. “Another one’s dead, Colton.” I closed my eyes briefly, pressing my fingers against my temple. Shit. That made- the number this month is devastating. The sheep had been fine yesterday—healthy, strong, showing no signs of sickness. And yet, just like the others, one more had dropped dead overnight without a single visible wound or infection. It didn’t make sense. None of this made sense.

After I died, my soul lingered instead of passing on and drifted to her side. She wasn't at work. She was inside an extravagant mansion. It was so luxurious that even if Mom somehow won every gambling bet for the rest of her life, she'd never be able to afford a place like this. I was dumbfounded. Before I could figure out why Suzy was here, I heard her speak. "System, is everything taken care of?" "The arrangements have been completed. The host's older sister died from self-inflicted injuries during a psychotic episode at 10:00 a.m. And the host's parents died in a gas explosion at 12:00 p.m."

I didn't understand why Suzy hated me so much. That day, we fought. "Are you sick in the head, Suzy Jones?" I demanded. "Why are you so fixated on tormenting me? You know exactly how your parents died!" "You killed my parents!" Suzy screamed hysterically. "You should've died. Why didn't you die?" She lunged at me, trying to hit me, but I dodged. To my surprise, she was holding a pen, the sharp nib aimed right at me. I thought that she had gone insane. I didn't want to engage with her, but she refused to back down.

But she didn’t stop there: she trampled on the rest of the bunch, its companions—co-conspirators—finally jumping up and down on their remains until she was satisfied there was nothing left. However, the plant now strewn at her feet would have the last laugh after all, it seemed. Suzie began to feel strange, odd... dizzy. Suzie shook her head. She had to get back to her mum and dad. They were important, clever people; they’d know what to do. This plant had obviously poisoned her and now she was going to die. Yes, she felt sure of it. I’m going to die, said a voice in her head. No, you’re not, said another, altogether more comforting and less pessimistic voice.

Suzi was killed. On a starry midsummer night, she was pushed off the boat and died before she could even cry out for help. Her body sank to the bottom of the river, soaking and swelling and rotting, while her husband was nowhere to be seen, and the boat that recovered the body withdrew after just one busy night. Su Zi was very upset. But there is no way ...... She can only watch herself rotting a little ...... abdomen swelling, eyes bulging, pale skin covered with rotting dirty green patches.