Susan Strong Novels & Stories

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.

,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.

How did she know we were here? As if she was reading my mind. "Kevin called me his mate is healthy again so I decided to come to visit." Susan, Kevin's mother said. She touched my hair and smiled sweetly at me. She was happy I was her son's mate. Not like Agnes who never like me for once. She only pretended so she could kill me. Susan is in her late forties. A very beautiful woman.

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.

The narrowing of her eyes made it clear to me. “I was amazing,” she said after a moment. “You were something, that's for sure.” “I moved people.” She pointed, swaying slightly. “You definitely moved a lady into a breakdown. She had to be dragged out of here.” I snorted. “See?” Susan said proudly. “Impact.” I shook my head. “You’re unbelievable.” “You love me.” “Unfortunately.” She grinned. Michael chuckled. That drew Susan's attention to him. She blinked at him, clearly confused.

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.

You must be on your deathbed not to come for dinner with the family. Susy had short brown hair, she’s about 6.2 with hazel green eyes. She was wearing workout shorts with a shirt on, and she was already sweating. She's not used to training. When I flipped her over for the fifth time, she called for a time out. “Listen, Susy, I think you need to start training with the warriors; they will teach you a lot more than I can.” I mind-linked Pam. A few seconds later, she came running over.

She tilted her chin, hand on hip, every inch the international icon she had fought to reclaim. As the crew adjusted the lights, Mia stole a glance at her reflection in the ring light mirror. Thirty-four and reborn, she thought. A single mother, a survivor, a star still burning bright. A musical note inked on her ankle peeked from her stiletto—a quiet reminder of everything she’d given up and everything she was reclaiming. Just then, Susan’s phone rang. She stepped away to answer, nodding rapidly, her mouth falling open. When the call ended, she turned around slowly—eyes wide, voice trembling with disbelief.

Richard pulled his mobile phone from his pocket and typed a short message: "We need to meet. The usual place. Don't let anyone know." He sent the message to a mysterious contact saved only as "J." It didn't take long for a reply message to arrive: "10pm. Don't be late." Richard leaned back in his chair with a small grin. "The Jupi nation," he muttered softly, clearly remembering the name. It was the nation that had been the great enemy of the Martian Empire. It was no secret that they were always looking for ways to weaken Mars's power, and Richard had access to some important information through his teacher, a strategist from that nation.

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.