Susan Strong Novels & Stories

I repeated the same words as I went down to tell Janice to leave. “I’m sorry Janice but can we take a rain check. There is a family emergency.” She was frozen or hyperventilating, I couldn’t tell. She got up and started pacing you would swear she was the one getting married by the way she was panicking. “Maya, I mean Ms. Strong the wedding is tomorrow and there is a lot to finalize.” “Breathe,” I smiled, “You are a miracle worker Janice. I have seen you in action. There is not much left to do and I trust you.” She nodded.

Jane asked. “Someone who can help you destroy Emily and Scott Hunter once and for all.” The female voice on the other side said. Annoyance rose in Jane. “I asked who this is,” she said through gritted teeth. “I’m Susan. Scott’s childhood friend.” A pause. “I think we should work together. To destroy Emily.” Jane smiled.

I added as she tried to hold in her tears, she hurted me with her words but yet I didn’t cry at all and just stood in front of her. “You are so weak yet you act like you are so strong …I made a vow to never be seen as weak after what you all did to me, I might have sounded weak and vulnerable back then but the truth is I was slowly getting myself ready to face all of you and if you think blaming me for what you saw would shaken me even a little then guy are joking with yourself.” I said to her, she slumped down to the ground and stared at me in shock. “Why are you doing this?” Susan asked.

Cancel that football thing you’ve been stumbling through the past few years; you should go take the next several years to get an Oscar! “Come on, let’s get upstairs. I’m about to burst with the news.” It’s odd meeting Susan Lane in person. Seeing her whole person as opposed to just her face through a video camera is somewhat anxiety-inducing. She’s significantly skinnier than I remember, and I can imagine it’s from her inability to get out of bed for weeks. She’s still frail, needing help to sit up in bed. But she’s no longer sleeping through the days and nights like when I first met the sisters.

My leg muscles are protesting, but that's expected. "Come on, Ian. Walk to the walker! You can do it," Susan cheerleads, and a smile breaks across my face at my enthusiastic friend. Thank the Lord for Susan. She has been a massive factor in my progress.....and I believe she is a robot disguised as a human. I have never seen her down. I have never seen her upset or sad. Her moods range from happy to joyful to crazy excited, in that order. There is no off button when it comes to Susan. She enjoys her job and makes our sessions easy.

Susan asked wryly. "Ha ha ha, very funny, Dr Grey. " Fatima retorted; she said the name with a nasty face. And then she said, "How did you know, I haven't told anyone yet. " Most the time, these two always bicker. It was very fun and cute to watch. They could be at it throughout lunch period. But they are both so good at their jobs and strong women in their own rights. Susan, is a black American, from south Crenshaw. With her dark faux locs, high cheek bones and perfectly shaped nose, she is such a beauty. Under the scrubs, was a nicely curved body. Sometimes I wonder if she'd ever consider modeling.

“I’m so glad you called.” “I needed to release some stress,” she replied flatly. “What’s the matter?” Bob asked, gently rubbing his fingers along her arm. Immediately, Susan sighed, staring up at the ceiling. “I think Ardal is back,” she stated bluntly. “What!?” Bob said. “But that’s impossible!” “I know,” Susan replied, but still she held onto her suspicion. “There’s this new woman at work who goes by the name ‘Chelsea.’ I can’t shake the feeling that she’s somehow Ardal.”

“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?"

,they back down. "We realize you have Susan Jones in your cell and she hasn't been treated fairly the whole time. We were called by her dad to see if she was treated right",I scoff as I yank out my cell. "Susan shot a man six times at close range because she wanted to shoot her pup and my mate. She threatened my mate and also threatened to kill a pup. Here, I point to the screen ,watch her handy work",Marie gasps as Barrett's shooting came on screen and so did Susan's audio. I stood as council watched the whole damn video and how Barrett sacrificed himself for us.

I’m his mate after all and his wolf needs me to be stronger. Susan knew she got me then, because she laughed, a sound that was screeching to my ears, like chalk against a chalk board. She had royal blood in her veins, she is definitely stronger than me. There’s no way an alpha Prince would leave someone like her to be with me.