Susan Sarandon Novels & Stories

She questioned, ignoring my question. She was blonde and had hazel eyes with an oval face. I wonder who she is and how did she get here? “I asked you a question first so you have to tell me who you are and how you got here?” “Fine, if you insist. I’m Susan. Susan Roland, the second wife of Alexander Roland who is a successful business tycoon and secondly, I don’t know how I got here. The last thing I can remember is being knocked out by Naomi, that crazy bitch's bodyguard and being locked up in a store.”

Richard friend named Leonard, and Sandra moves closer to Leonard, “who is that girl?“ Leonard asked, “She is my friend” Sandra retorted, “how can I see her?“ Leonard, “I like her, she is suitable for me” Leonard, “when I set my eyes on her, I find it difficult to concentrate,” Leonard says, “remove your mind because she will turn you down,” Sandra says, “but you have someone,” Sandra says, “You mean Bella?“ Leonard, “Yes” Sandra says, “She has expired, she has been with me for more than two years,” Leonard says,

Stepping into the room, Daisy quickly flipped her light switch. 'Dang it! The power is out again.' Her thoughts raced as she walked slowly into the dark room. Just then the light flickers on. "Surprise!" The voice of Allison Melody and her two friends Vicki and Christiana broke through the silence. "Happy birthday, Daisy!" Allison and her friend's voices reverberate through the apartment, echoing with warmth and excitement. Daisy stood frozen, caught between the rush of adrenaline from the initial shock and the sudden flood of relief that washed over her.

Her chest heaved with a deep breath as she stepped inside and closed the door behind her. “I apologize for being late.” She gave everyone a bright smile. “It's hard to get here during rush hour.” Joanne stepped toward her. “Please give me your name and the total number of shares for the record.” Her throat worked on a hard swallow. “My name is Sarah Corbin, and currently I have eighteen percent of shares at my disposal. Twelve percent as Eleonor Ravenford's representative, and six of my own.” Most of the mouths in the room dropped open while my eyes fixed on her and my chest swelled in pure admiration.

I think she is the first mom in the world who wants her daughter to wear revealing clothes. It was black body hugging gown which displayed a whole lot of bosom. I was used to wearing such clothes and I would love it if Jake saw me in this outfit. But the thought of Richard’s eyes hovering over my body made creeps shoot up my body. Maybe I should wear something else? Jake knocked on my door and I asked him to come in. I need a second opinion. He walked in, and suddenly my mouth went dry. Jake Carson in a suit is a treat for sore eyes.

Glancing at my reflection one last time, I straightened my tie, then turned toward the door. Monique stepped inside, and for a moment, words escaped me. She was breathtaking, a vision of elegance and power. The silver silk dress she wore clung to her every curve, shimmering under the lights like liquid metal. It was sleek, sophisticated, and impossibly seductive without crossing any line. The neckline dipped just low enough to tease, while the slit on one side showed off her legs with every calculated step she took. Her hair was styled perfectly, cascading down her shoulders, and the glint in her eyes reminded me that, despite the allure, she was always in control—always the professional, ev

Her appearance at the moment overlapped with the image of Susan in his mind. Suddenly, Brian halted in his tracks and firmly turned Ariana to face him. His abrupt action caught her off guard, and she frowned and said, "Mr. Lodge, there are plenty of people watching. What are you trying to do?" "Stop talking," Brian said. He studied her face closely, trying to confirm his suspicions. Susan was an icy beauty who exuded an air that kept people at a distance. Her looks were among the most striking in the entire city of Gleaston. Her eyes were captivating, and there wasn't another woman in the city with a presence quite like hers.

The connected call only carried the sounds of Jaime Walter and Derek Surrey’s pleasure. She did not seem to hear what I said. After an impatient click of her tongue, she hung up. I lowered my arms and stared at my mother’s decomposed body. My strength felt completely drained. Derek then sent me a series of messages. When I opened them, I saw videos of the two of them having sex that night. Their intimate sounds filled the room. Derek smiled in the video and asked Jaime, “You really are not giving him the miracle drug?”