Susan Smith Book Novels & Stories

Aurora took a deep breath and glanced at Susan who had an amusing look on her face. "Why the hell are you smiling?" She shrugged, "oh nothing, just after such a long time you clobbered like your old self so I was kind of enjoying it." Aurora frowned. "Here, I am sharing my problems with you and you are enjoying it." Susan rested her hand on Aurora's softly, "yes, because I don't see any problem here, Aurora. All I see is you are falling for Liam and that man is trying damn hard to make you fall for him. Damn! He sounds like a very persistent man."

His body and mind froze. He watched the retreating back of a madwoman. Her black hair swing with the movement of her body. She was half running and walking, storming towards the castle. Chris Duvier smiled while watching her. He licked and tasted the cake that her wife made. It’s not bad, not bad at all. Smith witnessed the whole drama. He had a bad feeling that it’s going to be a tough climb. He must secure the book that the Lady had instructed. It will help a lot with their dilemma.

When will he see me as a desirable______. Blake didn’t finish when a blushing Susan pulled it away from him. “I’m sorry, Mr. Elon, this was left by my neighbor. She’s into romance novels,” Susan explained, holding the book to her chest as in protecting the words written in the book from his prying eyes. “It’s okay. So your neighbor like romance novels?” Blake asked, rising from the couch and looking Susan deeply into her eyes. “Sh, she does. It helps her relax over a hard time at the office, and she finds it a good escape.” Susan said quickly, turning so she wouldn’t have to look at Blake, secretly placing the book into her bag. “I’m ready to leave if you are.”

Now that she thinks of the past, she only feels that it is too far away, so far away that it is almost illusory. Just thinking about it, a handsome face suddenly enlarged in front of her. Rachel West was startled and subconsciously backed away, but she didn't want David Kim to suddenly wrap her arms around her waist, but he said solemnly, "Don't move, you got something in your eyes." James Smith's entire face is black. From time to time, the voices of the discussions next to him crept into his ears. "Hey, that ugly woman is Linda Park's assistant, tsk tsk, what a good way to seduce people."

Under it was a timeline—dates and events listed like a surgical plan. Fire at Smiths’ Meeting – Complete. Jamie’s Clients Diverted – Complete. Anonymous Call Intercepted – Complete. Susan’s Emotional State – Unstable (Progressing Well). ⸻ And then a small note at the end of the files: “Be careful Susan.” Was this person trying to help me? Each line was a knife. Every word, a betrayal. I recognized the dates. They were my life. Every moment I thought had been accidental. Every twist I thought I had caused.

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

I pee a lot, and smelling and seeing things that are sensitive to my body makes me puke. "Liam, just leave the poor girl alone." Sydney stepped in and pressed those breasts of hers on Liam's arm. "Come on. The book is a room. So we are going to have loads of fun." Loads of fun, indeed. "Just give me a minute," Liam brushed Sydney off, making her pout. "Lily, are you okay?" I scoffed.

I am trying not to return to the apartment and find them together. “Do we know how Mathius’s meeting went yesterday?” Emmy asks. “From what Dylan told me, it went well. I guess the woman, Nayleen, that he met with was incredibly helpful.” Sapphire answers. So that is the woman's name. Damn, even her name is beautiful as she is. Once again, the apartment is dark, or that is what I thought. Someone left the dimmer light on, making the living room look like something out of a romance novel that Sapphire reads. She is into those fantasy/paranormal romance stories. Has Dylan caught her reading them? Giant hands grab my hips as I touch the switch to turn it off. I scream as I am pulled ba

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Miranda stood a little farther back, flipping through the chart in her hands and noting down the data. After answering Dr. Smith’s questions, Susan looked toward Miranda. There were two clear emotions in her eyes: gratitude, and deep guilt. After Dr. Smith finished giving a few instructions, Susan spoke up. “Dr. Smith, may I say a few words to Ms. Stone?” Dr. Smith nodded and glanced at Miranda. Miranda walked over naturally enough. Susan struggled to sit a little straighter, and Sienna stepped forward to help her.