Susan O'reilly Novels & Stories

A part of me doesn't want to egg him on, but he’s being such a prick right now and riling both me and Netty up, with both of us on the same page it’s hard backing down. “Enough,” yells a woman, standing and raising her voice over the chaos that has erupted around us. Her aura is strong, making everyone cower down, even myself as a wave of calm washes over me and Netty. ‘Whats happening’ Netty groans as she curls back down. ‘She’s Luna, Oliver's mother’ I mumble, that could be the only explanation to why she has any sort of control toward Netty and I. While I kept tabs on my sperm donor I didn’t care to have any other interest in his other family members other than Oliver.

“Susan, fetch me the wireless radio enhancer, please," Helen said. "Sure thing." A beautiful woman of about twenty-two grabbed her backpack and took out some equipment before jumping off the top of the truck. Her name was Susan Heart, the youngest among the women, but the most tech-savvy one with excellent hacking skills. Susan quickly set up the wireless enhancer and adjusted the frequency. "Done. Try contacting him. You should get a response." "Okay.” Padraig picked up his communicator. "Sir Draco, Sir Draco. This is Padraig. Do you read me?"

Cassie told him. "Susan is your what?" He asked. "As of this minute my lady in waiting, do you have a problem with that?" Cassie asked "No my lady," the house master said. "Good, two hour!" Cassie said and stood taking Susan by the hand and lead her out of the office. "Lady Cassie are you sure about this?" Susan asked feeling uneasy.

Susan was saying while walking ahead of Iris. Iris was looking around the tall trees with very little undergrown foliage. Everything around here is feeling the same. If she was alone, she might not be able to find her way back home. "Susan, if that's the case, are you sure we wouldn't get lost?" Iris inquired a little skeptical. Susan giggled at her question. "Sister Iris, don't worry. You are in best hands. I promise to take you back home safely" Susan promised. Iris nodded, believing Susan. Because Susan is a local of Louisville.

Carla widened her eyes, swallowing hard. “Okay… This isn’t scaring me at all.” She tried to smile, without success. “Go on, speak.” Susan took a deep breath. “I’m not just… me. I’m not just human. I’m a witch. And not just any witch. I am a direct descendant of the Goddess Morrigan.” Carla’s eyes widened. “Morrigan? Like… the actual goddess? The one from those books you used to read in college?” “The very same.” Susan squeezed her friend’s hands. “My mother tried to protect me, she kept me away from this world… I believed I could live a normal life. Until now.”

I didn’t want to admit that Oliver needed Julia, and that maybe I did too. Just then, the door opened and Ms. Susan appeared. With her cute blue dress with dolphins on it and her bouncy blonde curls, she looked the part – an unassuming, approachable child’s therapist. She motioned for me to come inside, but the look on her face made my blood run cold. Usually, she smiled during our ‘after session’ meetings. She always maintained an air of optimism, assuring me that no matter what, we could work through whatever it was Oliver was going through.

She beamed proudly. Mr. Tylon extended a hand. “I’ve heard wonderful things about you.” Bryan accepted the handshake politely. “It’s my pleasure, Sir.” Mr. Tylon stepped aside. An elegant young woman wearing an exquisite sapphire gown stepped forward smiling warmly. “This is my daughter, Susan.” “Good evening ma’am, Mr. West.” She said bowing her head slightly. “Such wonderful manners.” Mrs. West chuckled awkwardly. “Susan just returned from the states but would be running off again to go save lives.” Mr. Tylon laughed proudly.

It was the sound of a woman realizing a box she had kept under scarves was not the thing hidden. She was. Haley turned from the livestream screen. "Susan?" the stone goddess said, and even marble grief sounded afraid. The receipts in Susan's hands had unfolded. Not opened. Unfolded past paper, past memory, past purchase, becoming thin golden sheets covered in signatures. Susan stood in the nursery with the cracked phone's light on her face while every old god above New York, every witness in the press room, every chair at Jack's impossible table, and millions of voluntary viewers watched the Sterling matriarch become a document.

********** Sisters of the Virani, and all my deceased kin, Hear me now today, as I call you from within. Susan was mixing up a concussion with the souls she’d just collected from the graveyard. She was making a spell on a boiling pot of green flames; this spell was quite different from the ageing spell she had in mind to prepare before. She rarely changes spells, but there could only be one reason that made her change her plans so swiftly; one reason that could have been so important, and that reason is none other than Rabbi Sinclair.

"What if you get it? Who knows if you got it by proper means?" Then she also deliberately looked at the people around her, raised the volume and said: "After all, Miss Ovis always has a criminal record." "The report a few days ago, the heat has not yet retreated." Susan's pupils converged slightly, and the bottom of her eyes crossed a cold awn. She knew that Richeal Yill made a fool of herself by deliberately mentioning the news. A contemptuous glance at Richeal Yill, Susan snorted coldly, and said, "Is Miss Ye questioning the evaluation of the organizer?"